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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 5 months

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i dream, now, of a normal life with you ; suguru geto

synopsis; suguru isn’t a lightweight. this is your first time actually seeing him drunk — though maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’d be the sappy kind.

word count; 9.4k (..... i got carried away ok)

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader (shoko calls u "girl" but in a "girl help" way not a gendered way), written w a no curses au in mind, sugu is a sappy emotional drunk i said what i said, sickening amounts of fluff, depictions of intoxication, reader is averse to alcohol, sugu wants to marry u so bad it makes him look silly, lots of emotions & lots of love <33

a/n; this fic has been ROTTING in my drafts for the longest time but its super precious to me and now i finally get to post it!! @softgirlgonehaywire & @hayakawalove ily ty for being interested in sappy!sugu this is a treat for u <33

the bar isn’t all that far off from your apartment.

it’s a short distance, really. walk straight ahead, until you reach the record store that suguru likes to frequent, and then take a right; a minute or two uphill, and then you’ll be able to see the blue of the sea. once you’re there, all that’s left is to look for mellow golden lighting and descend a set of stairs.

which is what you’re currently doing, popsicle in hand, loose clothes and comfortable shoes on as you wallow in the mellow summer evening. everything is blue — the dark shade of the sky, and your ice pop, pastel and sweet, tasting of pure youth. the hoodie you threw on is a rich cobalt, suguru’s in name but yours in spirit. he only wears it when you complain that it doesn’t smell like him anymore.

humming a jolly tune, you take a sharp turn, allowing the summer sensations to curl around your subconscious. blissed out and content.

you were so, so bored — stuck at home with no one to keep you company, no one to mumble snarky commentary about the show playing on tv, no one to run their fingers through your hair while your head rests in their lap. pure torture, really, being faced with the consequences of your own actions. after you stupidly told suguru you’d be okay on your own.

he even asked you twice, just to be sure, even told you that he’d prefer you to join him on his night out. and again, you declined; because it’s been so long since he had some time alone with shoko and satoru, and you were feeling a little tired anyways.

so he gave in. heading out, with a promise to bring back a tub of your favorite ice cream, leaving you with the apartment to yourself. did you come to regret your little white lie? maybe. possibly.

but everything worked out in the end.

a pleasant breeze caresses your skin, brushing against the apple of your cheek, and you watch as peach blossoms dance in a faraway park. cicadas cling to every tree in sight, buzzing a pleasant tune, mingling with the giddy giggles of high school students enjoying their summer vacation. it’s been raining for a couple of days; you can still smell it in the air, feel it in the low tinge of humidity clinging to your skin, still hear suguru’s insistence that you bring an umbrella with you to work — just in case.

but today, the skies were clear, and it’s late, not too humid but not too chilly. and the stars are out, glimmering in that fuzzy sea of mellow cerulean, leaking out like little marbles cast into space. falling down, down, down, close enough for you to see. from here, it looks as if they’re waving. you resist the urge to wave back.

peace. bliss. a nostalgia so vibrant you could drown in it, feel it lick at your ankles like soft sea foam.

eager to scratch a certain itch in your brain, attention span zipping from one street vendor to the pop music blasting from a couple streets away, you take your phone out from your pocket. absently scrolling through your messages, until you get to the ones shoko sent you just ten minutes ago. the ones that brought you out here, into a summer evening soon to slip into nightfall, ones that have you walking to the bar you chose not to join them at.

messages that still have you pushing back a bout of giggles, chewing lazily on your ramune ice pop with a giddy smile.

sho 🚬: come get ur man sho 🚬: he’s drunk. sho 🚬: like DRUNK drunk

you: …… um. you: what happened to hi? hello?? good evening???

sho 🚬: no time for that. look sho 🚬: [ image ] sho 🚬: he looks so goofy lol

unable to resist the temptation, you press the pad of your finger against the screen — opening the image attachment, just to drink in the sight once again. what you see is a certain man, slumped over in his seat, cheek smooshed against the wooden table in front of him. messy hair, no longer tied into a bun, cascading down his shoulders and back. from the little you can see of his face, his skin is flushed a light pink, and his eyes are closed, fingers still curled around an empty beer jug.

like a sleepy puppy.

a coo tiptoes on your tongue, but you bite down on your lip in an effort to stop it, just grinning at your screen with pure adoration in your lovesick eyes.

he’s drunk, alright. an unfamiliar sight, but not at all unwelcome. because he’s cute, terribly so, so cute that it hurts, even when he’s obviously wasted. it’s almost funny — you know their drinking habits. shoko holds her liquor so well that it’s a little horrifying, and satoru can get wasted if he has more than a sip of it. and suguru?

suguru never gets drunk. he barely even drinks. out of consideration for satoru, maybe, or you. probably both. that’s just how he is; you thought he hated fish for years, because he was always so eager to give you the best bites of the sushi rolls you ordered. turns out he was just indulging you.

so, to be frank — the idea of him suddenly being drunk is a little bit of a shocker. but it’s also kind of exciting, in a ridiculous way. new, fun, just what you need when you’re bored out of your mind.

(or maybe you’re just happy to have an excuse to go see him.)

you: NOOOO you: MY BABY 😭😭😭 you: what did u guys DO to him???

sho 🚬: satoru and him made a bet 😐 you know how they are sho 🚬: he drank like a divorced mother of four ive never seen something so beautiful

you: …. you: have i told you that you’re both terrible

sho 🚬: u love us <33 sho 🚬: anyway he’s been asking me where u are for the past ten minutes pls come i can’t stand him sho 🚬: he’s crying.

you: HUH???????? you: WHY????????????????

sho 🚬: dude i dont know sho 🚬: please come get him he’s being so sappy that satoru’s abt to throw up

you: ???? okok 😭 you: im omw ig??

sho 🚬: girl hurry he just told me he genuinely appreciates my presence in his life 😐

an exhale — laced with deep amusement — drops from your lips and spills into the summer air. it tastes like a memory from long ago.

slipping your phone back into your pocket, you raise your gaze, searching for a glimmer of goldish light. soaking up the scent of the ocean, sparkling on the border of your peripheral. salty and sweet.

no matter how hard you try, all you can think of is that certain someone, waiting for you to pick him up. your mind keeps drifting back to the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his face when he leans down, the sound he makes when he stretches in the morning.

you want to see him. badly. you want him near, want to feel the familiar warmth of his presence, want to see him smile and laugh and sigh and raise his eyebrow at your antics.

so there isn’t any time to waste. you’re walking towards that familiar set of stairs before you know it, shoes hitting the asphalt with a mantra of satisfying thuds.

and when you step in through the opened door, you’re immediately engulfed by a sense of overflowing comfort. mellow, warm lights, the soft buzzing of static from an old radio, low citypop beats trailing through the air. the bartender by the counter gives you a curt nod in greeting, before motioning towards a certain table. it’s over in the corner, covered in beer jugs and fancy glasses, with three beauties seated around it.

satoru notices you first.

a bright grin finds its way onto his face, and he waves you over giddily, happily. barely contained excitement in the motion. shoko’s gaze follows his, flitting over to meet yours — and you think she mouths an oh, thank god, before taking another sip from her glass. she brings a hand up in greeting when you come closer, and you can’t see her smile, but there’s a crinkle to her eyes; a warmth in them that you’d never miss.

”hey, guys.”

”yo!” satoru chirps, beaming in a way that’s so distinctly him it makes you soften. he looks so comfortable in his seat, with a cocktail you know is non-alcoholic and probably too sweet for anyone but him to stomach. giggling to himself, leaning over to poke suguru’s cheek, with a teasing declaration of your chaperone is here!

and there he is.

the man you came here for, still slumped over in his seat, unresponsive. not for long. as the lilt of your voice reaches his ears, his eyes flutter open, in a bout of recognition — even in the drunken state he’s in. an immediate sensation of familiarity creeps into his veins, rousing him from his cozy, half-asleep stupor.

he doesn’t even grumble over the way satoru keeps poking at his cheek, interest and attention focused solely on a certain someone. you, your presence.

and when your eyes meet his, he lights up.

it’s precious, you think, how his eyes widen, blooming with genuine affection, so endearing you could kiss him right then and there. his face is flushed, and his hair is tousled, and the warm lighting of the bar paints him in a golden hue. so perfect for him, your star in the sky.

a smile spreads across his lips, big and happy and warm, and you can’t help but mirror it.

(gosh, he’s cute.)

with a dizzy kind of eagerness, suguru sits up, palms flush against the table to support his weight. he stumbles out of his seat, paying no heed to satoru’s amused huff of careful! or the rattling of fragile glass.

it only takes a few uncoordinated steps for him to reach you, where you haphazardly lean against the wall, watching him amusedly. that delighted smile never leaves his lips, as his arms go to curl around your waist, big and heavy, his jaw finding its rightful place on the curve of your shoulder.

”baby,” he drawls, fond and affectionate. breathing you in. ”sweetheart. my angel.”

a flustered puff of laughter slips from your lips, stumbling a little under his weight. his voice is syrupy sweet, overflowing with love and adoration, soft in a way that has your knees buckling. a little raspy. murmured right into your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

he’s too sweet for you to handle, really, even sweeter than satoru’s overpriced cocktail. and he smells the same as always; a blend between coffee grounds, cigarette smoke and rain, one that never fails to soothe you. even when it’s tangled up with a vague but vivid stench of alcohol, courtesy of the drinking he’s been doing until now.

you crinkle your nose, but don’t let go of him, nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head. words buzzing with warmth. ”hey, sugu.”

suguru only squeezes you tighter, content to have you in his arms. finally, his world makes sense again. all he can do is bask in your voice, warmth, scent — he’s just so enamored by it all. almost in a trance, heartstrings dancing along to the beat of your presence, your very existence, that appears to him as something almost angelic. soft and familiar, something that feels right at home when it’s tucked into his embrace. where he can keep it safe.

”missed you…” he murmurs, sleepy, smearing an open mouthed kiss against the crook of your neck. ”i love you s’much…”

a chuckle. ”i love you too,” you echo, running a steady hand over his back. your voice is laced with something teasing, but awfully fond. ”you really are drunk, aren’t you?”

”mm…” he only hums, cheek pressed flush against your soft skin. ”’m sorry…” he mumbles, stifling a yawn. he sounds a little guilty, and it makes you want to coo. pull his cheek a little.

instead, you laugh. amusement vowen into the bubbly noise. ”it’s fine, sugu. c’mon — let’s go home, alright?”

at that, satoru visibly reacts, placing his glass on the table with a soft clink before getting up to stretch. he grabs suguru’s discarded jacket, letting it hang off his arm as he walks over to the two of you.

”i’ll help you carry him,” he smiles, always so dependable. so ready to be of service. maybe a little too eager to carry suguru around like a sack of potatoes.

a smile blooms on your face, and satoru gives you a playful wink. shoko just leans back in her seat, stretching idly. it feels like home with them there.

”i’ll stay here,” she hums, a faint grin tugging at her lips. ”he’s your problem now.”

”got it.” you meet her lidded eyes, sharing an amused look as satoru tries to coax suguru away from you, pulling at his cheek while he whines and clings to the fabric of your clothing.

finally, he relents, and you look back at the table with a grin. ”see you later, sho’.”

a smile is the only response you get, but it’s enough. it’s her, the same as always, still sipping from a glass of expensive whiskey and raising her hand in a silent see you. relaxed and cool, and so very lovely.

with one arm over satoru’s shoulder and the other clinging to your hoodie, suguru stirs.

”shoko…” he groans, craning his head to look back at her, even as satoru makes a move to leave. ”don’t drink too much. and watch out for strangers…”

he trails off, blinking drowsily, a protective tone to his voice. worried. awfully like him. neither you nor satoru can resist the chuckle you indulge in, but shoko just rolls her hazel eyes.

”i don’t need to hear that from you,” she scoffs, tinged with amusement and what you’re almost certain is embarrassment. there’s a fondness to her snark, one you’d never miss.

(shoko will always be shoko. you know that she appreciates suguru’s concern, even if she doesn’t want to show it.)

”alright, c’mon,” satoru quips, slapping suguru’s back with a grin. ”there, there, big guy. let’s get you home, hm?”

just as you suspected, he doesn’t let you help, doing all the heavy lifting on his own. not breaking a single sweat, flaunting his strength as he hoists suguru up the steps — while you do nothing but follow, a light jacket hanging off your arm.

cold midnight air embraces you, slathering your cheeks with the essence of summer as your shoes meet the asphalt. satoru smiles, a low exhale escaping him, dusting off his hands. ”there we go.”

suguru stumbles towards you, no longer caged in, slumping against your shoulder with a satisfied sigh. blinking slowly, as you link arms, his muddled senses adjusting to the outside world. a pleasantly blue sky, a sun long set, and a string of lamp posts to light up the street ahead of you. artificial fireflies, watching over the town you love so dearly.

you part your lips, and a soft exhale slips out, dripping with fondness. ”thanks, satoru,” you smile, meeting his gaze.

”don’t mention it,” he waves you off, but you know he appreciates it; always eager to be praised. ”can you bring him back by yourself?”

”yeah, we’ll be fine. it’s close, anyway. don’t worry.”

a hum buzzes in his throat, and his cobalt gaze drifts upwards, to bask in the starry sky. a moment passes, and then he’s looking back at you and suguru; a soft and earnest smile playing at his lips. so sincere you want to reach out, cup his cheek, make sure he knows how loved he is.

”i’ll go back to shoko, then,” he chirps. bubbly and graceful, giddy and playful. always so lovely. ”gotta make sure she stays out of trouble.”

a chuckle. you mirror his smile. ”of course.”

and with that, your precious best friend makes a move to return to the bar, taking a decisive step away from you. before he can get too far, though, a certain hand reaches out to hold onto his sleeve — keeping him still.

satoru turns around. blinking once, then twice, in confusion; faced with none other than suguru, still slumped against you. a little out of it, sleepy and disoriented, yawning quietly, but his eyes are as clear as ever. caring and sentimental.

his gaze cuts to the bone of things. it’s something you’ve grown used to.

”thanks, satoru,” he murmurs, letting go of said man’s shirt. the words that spill from his lips are straightforward, a little tactless, but overflowing with earnest appreciation. ”you’re my best friend.”

a moment passes. the stars burn in silence.

satoru blinks.

then he sighs, with what you know is nothing more than feigned annoyance. masking his embarrassment, the same way shoko did, the same way suguru always does. your repressed, beloved little losers.

”yeah, yeah. i got it,” he pats suguru’s shoulder, once, twice. not looking at him. ”you’re such a sap, you know that? geez.”

a grin crawls up to rest on your lips, fresh mischief blooming in your eyes. ”not gonna call him your best friend back?” you tease, a soft tilt of your head.

satoru gives you a glare, playful, one you can’t physically see from behind his shades but still somehow sense. ”don’t add fuel to the fire,” he grins, with a halfhearted flick to your forehead.

before you can bicker further, suguru yawns, loudly, closing his eyes and nuzzling into you. you share an amused look with satoru, until he shakes his head fondly.

”take care of him, alright?”

”i will. you guys have fun!”

and at last, satoru turns on his heel, coupled with a smile and a lazy wave. but suguru calls out to him once more, unwilling to part ways without saying his piece. so sentimental, so loving it comes to him like breathing.

”bye-bye, satoru,” he slurs, voice loud enough for the entire street to hear, tired and honest. raising his arm in a lazy wave. ”i love you!”

”go home already!” satoru shouts, descending down the steps with a flush to his cheeks that you’ll tease him for later. his soft laughter is carried away by the breeze, sweet and saccharine.

(satoru will always be satoru. you know that he loves suguru back, even if he doesn’t want to say it out loud.)

with a faint chuckle, melting into the summer air, you tug on suguru’s arm. ”alright,” you chirp, looking up at him. ”let’s go!”

he seems a little more awake now, at least, trying to match your steps. meanwhile, you do what you can to support his weight; he’s stumbling a bit, but you don’t mind. if anything, his weight is a comfort, your arms linked together like a lucky charm. a safe harbour.

suguru is acting kind of like a big puppy, gazing at you with hearts in his eyes. a little meek, clinging to you, trailing after you pliantly. he’s a little dizzy, still, and he needs you to get back home in one piece. it makes you puff out your chest, stand up straighter. makes you feel protective of your 6’2 boyfriend, all toned muscle and broad shoulders, the personification of scary dog privilege. but he needs you right now.

a soft bout of laughter spills into the air, as you try to ignore his heavy stare. it’s impossible, though — so you turn your gaze to meet his own, and he practically glows under the sound of your giggles, that cheeky smile you’re wearing. ”you okay, suguru?”

his eyes soften. silently, he runs a thumb over the knots of your knuckle, smoothing down your skin, thick fingers intertwined with yours.

he looks deep into your eyes, and a soft hum of affirmation buzzes in his throat.

”i’m just so happy,” he grins, with a sincerity that has your heart doing flips inside your ribcage. it flutters, flutters, flutters, in the wake of his unbridled joy. it buzzes like it wants to break out.

suguru has this dreamy look on his face, one you can do nothing but admire, painted over with fluorescent moonlight and pure summer bliss. one that reminds you a little of high school rooftops, midnight road trips, what it means to be in love.

you nudge him, softly, with the arm that’s tangled up in his own. tilting your head, teasing words on the tip of your tongue. ”you know, i never took you for a sappy drunk.”

suguru's only response is a cute little mmrn, steps heavy as he leans on you for support. trying his best to carry himself, not wanting to inconvenience you, but it’s just a little tough. especially when he feels this soft, this grateful — this blessed.

a giddy, dreamy smile tugs at his lips. his amber gaze travels up, towards the little pale dots of star clusters all across the night sky, gleaming like milk poured over rich coffee. then he exhales; a soft, blissful little sound. ”i’m so lucky.”

a moment passes, silently. in the distance, cicadas buzz. with a patient smile, you admire him, the reflection of starlight in his eyes. suguru has this forlorn look, etched into his expression, like he’s seeing something that isn’t quite there.

”i have satoru and shoko…�� he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear. as if he’s tasting the words on his tongue, as if he can’t quite believe them himself. that’s how lucky he feels, sometimes.

a nod. ”they love you a bunch, you know?”

(they do. they’re both horrible at saying it out loud, but you know they do. you know that they love suguru, just as much as he loves them, even if none of them are good at putting it into words. perhaps they don’t really even need to, in the first place.)

suguru mirrors the soft nod of your head, bangs falling over his eyes as he does. ”and i love them, too.” his smile grows. ”they’re my best friends.”

absently, you reach a hand out, brushing away the strands of hair obscuring his vision. and suguru stirs, his gaze shifting until it falls on you. like a moth to a flame. there’s something indescribable in his eyes, soft and heavy and tender and true.

”— and i have you.”

a stutter of your heartbeat, a jolt throughout your chest. his stare almost burns, but you can’t avert your gaze — suguru looks positively lovesick. admiring you with a dreamy gaze, as if he can’t believe you’re real.

he reaches a hand out; cradling your face with one big palm, the rough pads of his fingers smoothing down your skin so very gently. smearing his fondness from your jaw to your cheekbone, so loving your breath hitches in the back of your throat.

a soft, content sigh spills into the air, like a prayer that doesn’t need any words. his smile is serene.

”my angel.”

as the words fall, that peaceful smile of his changes shape, shifting into a big, giddy grin. it lights up his whole face. a chuckle leaves his lips, content and delighted. ”i’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

and for a moment, you fear that your heart will stop beating entirely. frozen, listening to the lullaby of your heartbeat resounding in your ears.

suguru has always been frighteningly good at flustering you — but isn’t this a little unfair? you clear your throat, hoping to regain some composure. it’s tough, though. your words could never measure up to his, could never flow as freely, but they’re honest. wholly and thoroughly. and maybe that’s enough.

”we’re the luckiest in the world, too, then,” you echo, smiling, words barely above a whisper. willing yourself to meet his gaze. ”since we have you.”

suguru looks into your eyes. there’s starlight inside them, he thinks, shining brightly, gleaming in the dark. with the hazy filter of intoxication clouding his mind, it’s all he can think. you’re his northern star, his lighthouse. his one and only saving grace.

(you’re so, so pretty.)

a pause. after a silent moment, spent etching your features into his retinas, suguru tilts his head. his expression is unreadable.

— he boops your nose.

you blink. once, twice, caught entirely off guard; and suguru giggles. soft, giddy little breaths falling from his lips like marbles, strewn over the sand of a warm beach. his eyes are crinkled at the edges, and his smile is sweet, meeting your surprised gaze with a honeyed coo. ”you’re so cute, baby.”

silence. you look up at him.

then you sigh, exasperated, more flustered than you’d like to admit. god. okay, he’s really out of it. for some reason, you still thought you could get a good one-liner in, but of course he had to ruin that by being a little tease.

you grab onto his bicep. gaze fixed straight ahead, giving it a tug. your steps are more decisive now, and suguru follows you happily. ”alright, alright. c’mon,” you beckon, slightly gruff. ”we’re almost there.”

when you finally reach the familiar front door of your apartment, you exhale a deep sigh, laced with pure relief. limbs tired from dragging suguru up the stairs, mind muddled and sleepy and senses practically engulfed by a man still clinging to you like his life depends on it.

after fumbling with your keys and hearing the click of the lock, you take a victorious step over the threshold, and a familiar scent greets you. soothing, comforting, a blend between fresh laundry and leftover curry and blooming hydrangeas. filling your senses with a fervent kind of bliss. of course, suguru’s does the same; intimately intertwined with the scent of home. that everlasting, never-changing blend.

with him clinging to you like this, it’s almost suffocating — but you truly don’t mind. suguru’s warm, and sweet, and being close to him like this makes you feel at peace. his hands rest on your hips, his jaw on your shoulder, and he adamantly refuses to let go of you for even a second. it’d be annoying if he wasn’t so cute, if he wasn’t suguru geto, if you weren’t so horrendously weak for him.

what you don’t know is that suguru has an agenda. one that isn’t just i want to hug the love of my life, although partially that as well. suguru has a plan, one he’s been absentmindedly dreaming of for the past five minutes; he’s a man on a mission.

but he’s patient. always has been, always for you. so he waits, and waits, for you to hang his jacket up, for you to kick your shoes off your feet. and when you’re finally, finally finished, suguru leans in to kiss you.

— you block his mouth with the palm of your hand.

a moment passes. silent, almost tense. in his stupor, suguru’s mind can’t quite seem to comprehend the situation before him; he doesn’t understand why he isn’t pressing a kiss to your lips, right now, why he’s kissing the skin of your palm. he doesn’t understand why you look so troubled, a faint guilt simmering in your eyes. he just doesn’t understand.

all he can do is blink, dumbly, surprised. a question written on his features clear as day.

”well, it’s just…” you sputter, sheepishly. avoiding his gaze, a little guilty. ”you know. since you’ve been drinking, and all…”

and it hurts, you think. it hurts a lot more than it should. it hurts to reject him, hurts to see the way he deflates at your clarification. like a big kicked puppy. like you just threatened to throw him out into the street.

suguru removes your hand, gently, holding it in his own as he speaks. those amber eyes are downcast, and a soft pout rests on his lips. the sight alone feels like a dagger to your chest.

”but…” he frowns, voice awfully meek. he looks so sad. ”i wanna kiss you…”

a soft sigh leaves your lips, before you can think to hold it in. oh, he’s being so unfair. guilt clings to your mind, an itch you yearn to scratch, and all you want is to kiss his pout away. but you really, really don’t want to kiss his alcohol-soaked lips.

so you settle for the second best option.

”’m sorry, sugu,” you coo, reaching a hand out to cradle his cheek. he leans into your touch, still pouting, and you tug a little at his bottom lip. wasting no time in closing the narrow distance between you.

the kisses you press against his skin are soft. peppering kisses all across his face; ghosting your lips along his jaw, trailing towards his cheekbones, and settling on his forehead. tiny little pecks, wherever you can reach. your voice is soft, muffled into his skin between butterfly kisses. ”tomorrow, okay?”

and suguru seems to brighten up a little, melting under the contact, exhaling in pure bliss. he fervently returns the treatment, planting open mouthed kisses all over your face, respecting your wishes and avoiding your lips. they’re a little sloppy, but you don’t mind.

it does make you a little flustered, though. with his palms cradling your face, engulfing you, there’s nothing you can do except drown in his affection, the love he showers you with. it tickles — and suguru’s smile only grows, at the sound of your soft giggles. his cheeks are starting to hurt.

the state he’s in is just a little bit hazy. despite his initial dejection, he no longer minds that he can’t feel your lips against his, disappointment warded off by your smile and laughter alone. he thinks you’re so, so cute, and all he wants is to kiss you forever.

but you have other plans.

and before you know it, you’re both curled up in bed, limbs all tangled up beneath the blankets, bodies pressed together as suguru cages you in. he squeezes you tightly, hugging you close, practically melting into you. usually, it’d be so easy to fall asleep like this. with suguru cradling you, covering your body with his own, warm and safe. he’s like a furnace.

but right now, it’s a little tough. you’re kept awake by open mouthed, ticklish kisses pressed against your skin, supplied by the love of your life. it’s sweet, but he’s being far too distracting — as soon as your consciousness begins to fade into the fuzzy realm of sleep, he leaves a sloppy kiss against your collarbone, and you’re jolted awake once more.

”suguuu,” you whine, dragging his name out with childish inclination. ”we need to sleep…”

”sorry,” he only murmurs, muffled into your skin. he doesn’t stop, though, planting a wet smooch on your cheek, and then another. you squirm a little in his hold, and he emits a shaky breath. ”jus’ love you so much…”

suguru knows that he needs to stop. he knows that both of you need to sleep, that you need to rest up. that he needs to recover from the intoxicated state he’s fully aware that he’s in — but he just can’t seem to follow through with it. every cell in his body burns with a certain desire, a need to shower you in love, and it’s unendurable. with every kiss, every giggle he manages to pull from your lips, suguru’s heart fills up just a little more.

your presence surrounds him, like a weighted blanket, and he clings to it with a desperation he never knew before you.

in the midst of his feverish consciousness, you’re all his muddled mind can think about. the way you fit together with him like a puzzle piece, like he was formed in the shape of someone meant to hold you. like you were formed in the shape of his embrace. with you pressed up against him, limbs tangled with his, everything feels so right.

but it’s so overwhelming.

you’re so, so close, so close he’s practically engulfed by your scent, your touch, everything that makes his heart burn with devotion. it’s beating so viscerally in his ribcage, stirring the protective instinct inside him; he just wants you to stay close, by his side, wants to keep you safe and happy. wants to make you feel loved.

suguru’s heart feels wet and raw and bare, fully exposed for you to see. beating just for you.

with the alcohol inside his veins, and the nostalgia of the summer evening on his mind, everything weighs on him just a little too heavily. everything feels just a little too much. every sensation, every emotion, every sappy thought. all of it together is almost too much for him to handle.

all he can think of is you. how lucky he is, to have met you, to have gotten to know you. how much you’ve changed him, changed him for the better, how much of him is directly tied to your existence.

suguru never truly appreciated his name until you came into his life. it was always no more than a simple fact, a gift from his parents that he hadn’t asked for. something natural, that he didn’t question, didn’t think about.

but you say his name with such warmth.

he wants to hear you say it, over and over again, forever. suguru — in that sweet, lovely voice of yours. better yet, just sugu, a cutesy, silly nickname he could never bring himself to actually hate. he just wants to hear you call out to him, with that warmth of yours, the one that never fails to soothe him. no matter how tired he is, how stressed. how much everything else weighs down on him.

at the end of the day, he’s simply your sugu. and that’s all he ever really wants to be.

with a hazy filter clouding his senses, coaxing him into closing his eyes, suguru should give in. he should fall asleep, let you fall asleep. but he can’t bring himself to stop thinking about it; he just loves you so wholly. who you are, what you do. as an equal, an individual, a little galaxy tucked into a body made of flesh and blood. no matter what you’re doing, no matter where you are.

and right now, you’re here, with him. curled up in bed, in your shared apartment, inhaling the same air, exhaling at the same time. by his side, when you could be anywhere else in the world.

his heart is yours. that’s all suguru can bring himself to think, the only coherent thought he can cling to and echo in his head. his heart is yours. forever and ever.

he makes no attempt to stop the tears from pooling in his eyes, even as he feels them cling to his lashes, even as his breathing clogs up in the back of his throat. they’re proof of his devotion, his carefully nurtured love. growing over the years, into something almost sacred, a kind of faith. something so fervent he wouldn’t dare deny himself of feeling it.

he can’t hold in a faint sniffle, either, just barely audible. one that breaks your heart in two. it aches, aches, aches. suguru is gazing at you with glassy eyes, a sight you aren’t used to seeing — but he also looks so genuinely glad. his tears aren’t ones of sadness. you know, because you know him.

”aw, honey…” you coo, the pads of your fingers reaching out to cradle his cheek. despite your efforts, your voice wavers when you speak, little more than a whisper. ”don’t cry... you’ll make me cry, too.”

suguru places his larger palm over yours, choking on another sniffle. the sight renders you completely helpless — you want so desperately to stop his tears from falling, but a part of you is too touched to speak. too mesmerized by how beautiful he is, translucent tears illuminated by softly flickering moonrays, lashes glimmering like shooting stars.

all you can do is smooth a thumb right under his eye, wiping away a stray tear with enough tenderness to stitch his heart back together. suguru emits a shaky breath.

”’m sorry,” he sniffles, closing his eyes. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. ”i’m just so happy… love you so much… you mean so, so much to me, i…”

an exhale, a little breathless, tears soaking through the material of the shirt you’re wearing. his shirt. that realization makes him cry even more, a shuddering breath that shatters like glass when it drops from his tongue.

and then, in a voice so quiet you barely hear it, a soft whisper worth a million words:

”i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

and it hurts. your heart aches so sincerely, thorns curling around your ribcage, because suguru is crying, and he’s telling you all this. with such an honest intonation that you don’t dare doubt him, even for a second. heavy thumps of blood rush through your veins; he’s still clinging to you, sniffling into your neck, and you’re so in love with him that you almost can’t comprehend it.

all you can do is press a kiss to his shoulder, chaste and tender, and hug him just a little tighter. echoing his words, in earnest, desperately trying to keep your voice from breaking apart. ”i love you, too. more than anything.” a sigh, full of wonder. little butterfly kisses scattered across the expanse of his neck. ”you mean the world to me. honestly.”

with a smile against his skin, you hope so tenderly that the soft kisses will comfort him, will stop the tears from falling.

”my sweet boy,” you murmur, lovingly, because he is. the sweetest boy you’ll ever know. suguru shudders when you press your lips against his jaw. ”i’m so, so lucky.”

with the combined efforts of your kisses, the alcohol slumbering inside his veins, and the tears running down his cheeks, suguru begins to feel awfully tired. sinking into sleep’s embrace, like a sailor lost at sea. comforted by the glimmer of a lighthouse, just out of reach.

everything feels right. he’s safe, and happy, and in love. so hopelessly, blissfully in love.

the exhaustion creeps up on him, tidal waves embracing a shore, beckoning him into closing his weary eyes. a yawn leaves his lips, and he shifts a little in your hold. you’re smoothing down the back of his head, almost protectively, and sleep is only a flicker away for the both of you. with the last of his strength, suguru snuggles just a little further into you, nose pressed up against your neck, close enough that he feels the flutter of your heartbeat.

”wanna be with you forever,” he murmurs, sleepily, stifling another bout of yawns. his smile is sweet and dreamy. ”gonna marry you one day…”

a moment passes.

for a second, you think your heart does actually cease beating entirely.

swallowing a gulp, you allow yourself the luxury of an inhale — and fresh air fills your lungs. grounding. all you can hear is the rapid beating of your own heart, heavy thumps reverberating in your ears. warmth flows through your entire body.

marry.

the word is spoken so casually, so sincerely, as if he’s said it countless times before. as if he’s repeated it, over and over again in his mind, just to get used to the idea. as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. marriage. something so foreign, so scary, enough to send shivers down every narrow of your skeleton. such a large step to take.

(but suguru says it with such tenderness.)

”… okay,” you whisper, at last. breathless. ”i’ll be waiting, then.”

there’s nothing else to say. you don’t know if suguru is even conscious enough to hear you, let alone understand the full weight of your words, of his own words. but you don’t mind.

a soft smile lingers on your lips, as you stroke his hair, mind hazy and limbs heavy. nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head, full of affection. dripping from your hands down to the column on his throat, through his windpipe, down to his heart.

”goodnight, sugu.” you press a kiss to his messy hair, tender and chaste. ”i love you.”

an incoherent mutter leaves his lips, in response, one you can’t quite make out — but you don’t need to. because you already know what it means, in the same way you know that the sky is blue.

(an echo buried deep within his subconscious, voiced without effort, as easy as breathing.

i love you, too.)

the sizzling of a pan and the whirring of a coffee machine form a beautiful morning symphony, bouncing off the walls of your kitchen. to your ears, and your still sleepy brain, it’s a soothing sound — coaxing soft little melodic hums from the depths of your throat.

with such a tantalizing aroma in the air, a blend between espresso and pancake batter, you can’t help but buzz with a mellow, groggy kind of joy.

honestly, you're beginning to understand suguru’s fondness for the morning hours. waking up to his soft snores and content expression was more than enough to give you the energy you needed to get out of bed; all sleepy and relaxed and pretty, with hazy morning sunrays kissing up his bare skin, caressing his messy bedhead.

a rare sight, awfully precious. a part of you wanted to stay in bed and admire him all morning, but the thought of taking care of him coaxed you into leaving. it’s the least you could do, really — after seeing him so sincere, so open and vulnerable.

hopefully, his headache won’t be too brutal when he wakes up. you left some hangover pills on the nightstand, courtesy of shoko’s advice: just get him ibuprofen and coffee. works like a charm. are you a little worried about her nonchalance? maybe. but you trust her judgement. they’re a handful, but you love them — even when they’re drunk or hungover.

which is why you’re standing in the kitchen, engulfed by the morning sunlight, in front of a sizzling pan. trying your very best not to burn the pancakes you’re making, patiently waiting for the coffee to be done.

in your blissful stupor, caught up with thoughts of suguru and breakfast and forevers, you don’t notice another presence coming up behind you.

two arms wrap around your waist, and a jaw attaches itself to the curve of your shoulder. you startle, a little, jolting at the contact — but then you recognize that telltale scent, the familiar weight of his arms, and immediately melt into the embrace.

suguru breathes out a raspy chuckle, amused at your surprise.

a sigh slips from your lips, content. ”good morning,” you hum, placing the palm of your hand on his forearm. suguru shifts a little, getting more comfortable as he leans against you. tenderly, not too much weight. he’s delicate like that.

”g’morning,” he rasps, leftover sleep clinging to the syllables. the usual smoothness of his voice is coupled with a deep, rough kind of tilt, one that always accompanies it in the morning. your heartbeat picks up, silently.

suguru smiles. dreamy, giddy, because you just looked so pretty, in the morning light, hair still a tad messy. humming happily, swaying slightly side to side. so irresistible. he’s beginning to understand why you love sleeping in so much; getting to wrap his arms around you like this, instead of the other way around, doesn’t feel bad at all.

he squeezes you just a little tighter, hoping it’ll convey his gratitude. there are holes in his memory, last night no more than a blurry sequence of still images, but some bits and pieces remain intact. he remembers getting drunk in a way he hasn’t since he made that bet with satoru back in high school — and he remembers that you were there to take care of him.

a smile tugs at his lips. a little giddy, butterflies erupting in his chest. he’s so damn lucky.

”thanks for taking care of me yesterday, sweetheart.”

a hum. you smile, sheepishly, patting his arm. ”don’t need to thank me for that. how do you feel?”

suguru smiles. you feel it, against your skin, a chaste kiss on your neck. ”better.”

the low purring of the coffee machine has stopped, but the sizzling of the pan remains. from beyond the opened windows, you can hear the chirping of cicadas, melodic and serene. singing a summery tune. both of you soak in the preciousness of the moment, the fragile silence, before suguru breaks it.

”everything from last night is kinda fuzzy,” he admits, clearing his throat. just a tad sheepish. you simply hum, a low noise of acknowledgement, and he continues. ”i don’t really remember anything… ’m sorry, baby. i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

your lips curl up into a tiny smile. such a sweetheart — always worrying about you. always so caring and attentive. eager to reassure him, you smooth over the skin of his arm with your thumb. ”not at all.”

then you’re taking a couple steps back, moving from the stove, and suguru follows. you turn yourself around to meet his gaze, his arms still attached to your waist, a comforting weight.

a grin blooms on your lips, a little teasing, and a flicker of mischief shines in your eyes. ”you were cute, you know.”

suguru blinks, before emitting a low chuckle. a raspy little thing. ”was i?” he drawls, as you brush his bangs away from his face.

”mhm,” you chirp, eyes crinkled as they meet his own. you just can’t help but want to tease him, a little bit. just a smidge. ”kept going on and on about how much you love us.”

hands moving to cup his face, you squeeze his cheeks softly. and suguru lets you, too tired to resist, only giving you a lazy raise of his brow. there’s a sense of amusement in his eyes, and something in you knows he likes the attention. your teasing words buzz with endearment, akin to a purr. ”my sweet lil’ sugu.”

all he does is lean into your touch, allowing himself to melt into the tenderness of the physical contact. even as you pull at his cheek, earning you a very gentle pinch to your side. but he lets you have your fun. you’re warm, and sweet, and he’s so in love with you he’d probably let you tug his body around however you please.

still, your words leave him just slightly perplexed. he’s still smiling with half-lidded eyes when he asks you to elaborate, basking in the feeling of your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. ”us?”

your grin widens, by a tad, something deeply amused glimmering in the depths of your iris. ”yep,” you answer, popping the p. for some reason, suguru dreads the teasing edge to your voice. ”me, and shoko, and satoru.”

a moment passes. he stiffens, for a second or two, mind processing the words. then he groans, softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

it makes you laugh, soft and amused, and he can’t help but smile along. despite the dreadful realization you present him with. no wonder he was met with so many notifications when he tapped at the screen of his phone — he didn’t read through any of them, but now he’s apprehensive to do so at all. shoko and satoru can be so goddamn obnoxious when they feel as if they have blackmail on him.

he can see it now, in his mind’s eye; shoko nagging him to run her errands, satoru reminding him of his words every time they have a slight disagreement.

(grab me a coffee. three shots of espresso, one cube of sugar. got it?)

slacker.

(we both know i’m right. don’t be so stubborn, suguru! it’s okay to be wrong sometimes.)

asshole.

(c’mon. you said you loved me, right?

so mean. and here i thought you loved me!)

idiots.

(he does love them. more than anything. even when they’re being absolutely insufferable.)

suguru just sighs, deep and fatigued, already anticipating his doom. ”they’re never gonna let me live it down, are they?”

a giggle slips from your lips, and his heart flutters helplessly. ”probably not. my condolences.”

another sigh. it only makes your smile widen. there’s something awfully delighted, in your eyes, as you cradle his face in your hands. ”well, i thought you were very sweet!”

”yeah, yeah…” he mutters, vaguely amused. placing one of his large palms over your hand, where it rests on his cheek. ”i won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”

a chuckles bubbles up from within your throat. ”aww,” you pout, giving way to a teasing grin. ”that’s a shame. i wanted to hear you talk about how much you love me again.”

suguru blinks.

then he smiles. a very particular smile, characteristic, one you’ve come to associate solely with him. resting somewhere in the intersection between a soft grin and a teasing smirk. a flicker of mischief shines in his eyes, and you realize your mistake.

you can tease suguru all you want; but he'll always turn the tables on you, at the end of the day.

”oh?” he chuckles, fondly, thumb smoothing over the lines of your hand. his eyes gleam, looking straight into yours, shining with something mildly devilish. ”i don’t need to get drunk to tell you that, baby.”

in a smooth motion, one you can’t help but silently envy, suguru intertwines his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips. he never once breaks eye contact, gaze heavy as he basks in your flustered expression, planting a soft kiss against your knuckle. reverent.

”i love you. more than anything,” he purrs, lips still lingering on your skin. warm enough to burn. ”you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

a pause. heat crawls up your spine, and a flush rises to your cheeks. you couldn’t stop it if you tried.

”my everything,” he continues, intent on flustering you as much as humanly possible. voice low and smooth, honeyed and deep, and worst of all; terribly earnest. lips trailing over your knuckles, against every knot, so soft that you barely feel it. ”my entire world.”

”okay, okay!” you sputter, an embarrassed hue to your cheeks, your gaze landing on the windowpane to your right. his stare is just too heavy, too deeply in love. overwhelming. ”point taken. nevermind.”

suguru laughs, genuine and full. warm and amused, deep and real, and you catch yourself thinking that you don’t want to go a single day without hearing it. even if it’s at your own expense.

a coo rests on his the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back, opting to lean forward instead. he trails the pads of his fingers along your jaw, touch like a butterfly, lifting your chin up ever so slightly. then he closes the distance between you.

in your throat, your breath hitches.

— but he doesn’t kiss you. suguru stops right in front of your lips, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, taking a moment to simply look into your eyes. and despite how flustered the close proximity makes you, you can’t bring yourself to look away. heart fluttering madly, a string of staccatos against your parted ribs.

a tilt of his head. amber eyes gleaming, crinkled and fond. ”can i kiss you, now?” he asks, grinning softly. hand smoothing down your hip, big and warm, teasing. ”i made sure to brush away all the alcohol. or do you still not want to?”

you pause.

”hey, what happened to not remembering anything?” you pout, narrowing your eyes. the corner of suguru’s bottom lip twitches upwards.

but he only shrugs, feigning nonchalance, a playful glint in his eyes. ”guess i was just that disappointed.”

a giggle flows from your lips. he drinks it in, gazing at you with pure contentment.

”alright, alright... c’mere,” you coo, smile honeyed and sweet. tracing your fingertips along his jaw, brushing a silky strand of hair behind his ear. you take in the sight of him, meeting his lovesick gaze. he squeezes at your hips softly, a little impatient — so you finally lean in.

suguru’s lips are warm, when they meet yours. they taste like sunlight, devoid of any alcoholic flavour, just like he so kindly assured you of. and it’s a little amusing, the thought of him in front of the bathroom sink — desperately scrubbing his teeth, just to get his kissing privileges back. such a dork.

he’s your dork, though.

suguru sighs into the kiss, smiling giddily, satisfied at last. a sound you can’t help but mirror. he deepens it, ever so slightly, fingers squeezing gently at the plush of your waist. a hum of approval buzzes in your throat, and his smile only grows.

when he pulls away, that smile is all you can see, along with the ever so slight flush to his cheeks. a hint of peach dusting his skin, framed by the sunrays caressing his jaw, highlighting his handsome features. breathtaking.

before you have a chance to protest, he’s leaning in again, to press one more chaste kiss to your lips. your heartbeat picks up.

everything finally feels just right.

the warmth of the sizzling pan, the fragrance of freshly made coffee and now-burnt pancakes. the light of the morning sun, scattered across the open space of your apartment, splotches of life painting everything in a heavenly glow. the love in the air, all soft and light and comfortable.

domestic bliss. with suguru, who never seems to change, no matter how many years go by. if you could live in this moment for the rest of your life, forever and ever, you’re sure you’d die happy.

and wow, is that a heavy word. forever.

(but suguru makes it feel so very, very light.)

forever feels a lot more real, like this. cradled in the midst of a drowsy morning, bumping elbows with the man you love most, after getting to take care of him in his most vulnerable state. accepting every part of him, and having him accept you just as fervently.

just this moment alone is worth far more than you could ever comprehend.

suguru, with his warm hands, his familiar embrace. your shared laughter, bouncing off the walls of the kitchen as you try in vain to save your scorched pancakes. and his smile, his fervent devotion, coaxing him into eating them even though they’re burnt at the edges and don’t taste even a quarter as good as his. because you made them, for him, and that makes them taste sweeter than anything.

you stare at him, from across the table, admiring the sight you’ve grown so used to; suguru, with his slightly tousled hair, mug in hand and smile painted on his handsome face. drowned in sunlight, pink petals flitting in through the opened window. you don’t want a single day to ever pass without you seeing this. what does that mean, exactly? you think you know.

it means forever.

(forever, forever, forever. what a pretty word.)

marriage. you think of it, again, let it linger in the depths of your skull, bounce around until you grow just a little more used to it. and it’s a scary thought, for sure. a terrifying thought, even, something so foreign that it makes you nervous. but you truly wouldn’t mind doing this forever — not one bit. not if it’s with him.

and, unbeknownst to you, maybe that promise of forever isn’t all that far off.

maybe it’s only a couple rooms away, hidden within the depths of a certain drawer, until suguru finally gets the courage to bring it out. and maybe, just maybe — that day isn’t all that far off, either.

(suguru smiles at you, from across the table. he thinks you look ethereal, sipping from your morning coffee, blinking tiredly. so sweet and angelic.

all he can think of is forever.)

#finalllyyyyyyy took the time to finish this r u proud of me 👉👈#im very very soft for this sugu in particular :< kinda takes place in the same universe as the breakfast sugu fic !!!!#he’s ur smitten husband-to-be <333 i love to see suguru geto thrive and be happy i think being a househusband could save him #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you #jjk fluff #geto fluff #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

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you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

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@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

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study buddy

summary: classic study "date" fic, rodrick desperately needs help in english and y/n is happy to help. lots of fluff in this part. both 18

the end of senior year was quickly approaching and rodrick was sick and tired of his parents bugging him about his grades. it was the third quarter of the school year and senioritis tended to affect many people around this time but rodrick had been a victim since the day he stepped foot into high school.

"if you want, we can work on this together?" rodrick looked over at you who was sitting next to him in his art elective class. you had been talking about your english assignment which, despite you being in honors english and him in regular, was the same. the book they read for the quarter came with study guide questions for each section of the book which eventually would help for the final book report.

"you'd help me with that?" he asked you. you smiled and nodded.

"sometimes working with another person makes it easier." she replied. he smiled back and the deal was set. you would go over to his house 2 hours after school and start your assignment.

these 2 hours consisted of rodrick frantically picking up in his room, taking an abnormally long shower, considering it's rodrick, and begging his family to not say or do anything weird or embarrassing. a pretty girl was coming over to study with him!! suddenly as he applied deodorant for probably the 10th time already, he heard the doorbell.

"i got it!" he yelled and rushed downstairs. he quickly caught his breath and looked through the peephole on the door to see you patiently waiting for an answer. he sighed and opened the door. you smiled as you looked up at the boy.

"hey, y/n." he said.

"hi, rodrick." you replied. the two of you stood in a few moments of silence stupidly smiling at each other. just as rodrick opened his mouth to break it you were interrupted by a sweet lady who cheerfully greeted you.

"you must be y/n! come right on in." she smiled and made way for you to step inside, you did so. "i'm so glad you're here to help rodrick, he's been struggling for quite some time."

"mom! can you please stop talking." rodrick loudly interrupted her, making you slightly laugh.

"she is a guest in my house, rodrick, i want to greet her. my name is susan, honey. if you need anything i'll be right down here." you smiled again at her.

"it's nice to meet you mrs.susan, thank you." you replied.

"ok we have to go, bye mom." he walked towards the staircase and turned around to you. "you can follow me." you nodded and waved bye to susan following rodrick to his room.

"keep that door open!" she said. rodrick groaned and you laughed again.

"she's really nice." you said.

"annoying is what she is." he let you walk into his room. you looked around and smiled to yourself as you realized his room screamed rodrick. there were band posters everywhere, dark bedsheets, the floor was cleared off but magazines and comics, a few water bottles, and forgotten school books were scattered around his bedside table and desk.

he closed the door quietly and sat down on the edge of his bed saying, "you can sit down i have my stuff," he reached to his backpack that was on the floor and pulled out his notebook and the book you were assigned. you nodded and sat down on the desk chair that was right across from his spot on the bed. you pulled out your stuff too.

"so i guess we can just start with the questions, do you need to review what we read today?" you asked. he nodded. you smiled and continued on explaining the events in the book.

rodrick was so mesmerized by you. he appreciated your want to help him with his work but how could he focus on anything academic with you right in front of him? he stared at the way you fidgeted with your fingers as you talked. he stared at how perfect your hair looked. he stared at your lips and thought about how good they would feel to ki-

"rodrick?" your voice snapped him out of his trance.

"what?" he kinda shook his head as he regained focus sending a fluttery feeling to your stomach.

"i uh, were you listening?" you asked.

"oh yeah. i heard everything you said." he tried to lie but you saw right through him.

"really?" you asked again. he lifted his hand to rub the back of neck a bit.

"i heard maybe half of what you said?" he replied, pretty unsure this time. you smiled and laughed.

"what are you so distracted by?" you asked. it was you. you were distracting his focus from the work but how could he just say that? he shrugged and turned his head away looking at absolutely nothing on the right side of his room.

"maybe if you sat next to me it would be easier." he said and turned back again to see your reaction. you were a little confused or taken aback maybe but nonetheless you stood up and joined him on the bed.

"is this better?" you looked right at him and he looked back. you gave him a small smile and despite his heart feeling like it was beating out of his chest, he smiled back.

"yeah, i think so." he practically whispered sending another flutter to your heart.

the two of you continued with the review. laughs and smiles were exchanged constantly and it was probably the most you've ever enjoyed doing school work.

"you're doing really good rodrick, you just needed to focus some more." you smiled after he got another question right.

"it's definitely because of you." he replied. you playfully bumped his shoulder and looked for another question to ask.

"ok let's do another one."

"i think i should get something for doing so good now." he said. you gave him a questioning look.

"like what, candy?" you replied. he shrugged. then you had an idea. it was a very corny idea but an idea nonetheless. the two of you were having a good time and it wouldn't hurt to ask, yolo right? "what if i give you a kiss?" you kinda cringed a bit at your words but tried not to let it show, anxiously waiting for his response.

the boy was stunned. his eyes widened and your words replayed in his head over and over. "a kiss?" he asked. "really?"

"only if you want though. it's pretty dumb i don't know." you looked down at the paper in your lap but his words made you look back at him.

"no, it's not dumb. um. yeah, that would be great motivation." he nervously laughs. you laughed back.

"but it has to be after getting 2 questions right." you said. he agreed, and for sure, he got 2 questions right.

"you've turned me into a genius, y/n." he smiled.

"you're definitely reaching nerd status." you laughed.

"well, you gave me the best motivation ever." he replied. now it hit you, you actually had to kiss him. you tried to hide the nervousness from your face. there was no turning back now. you turned to face him, crossing your legs on the bed, and placed your hand on his shoulder as you leaned in and gave him a quick peck. he looked at you as you leaned back.

"how was that?" you asked. he was quiet for a moment a little shocked that this was happening with the girl he liked but then he snapped out of it.

"i-i don't know. maybe you should uh, do it again just to be sure." he answered, making you smile.

"if you insist." you leaned in and let your lips meet again. this time it was more than a peck. his hands rested on your cheeks and yours around his shoulders. you melted into the kiss taking in the moment as the butterflies that you constantly felt seemed to go crazy.

once you finally parted for a breath the two of you couldn't stop smiling at each other.

"yeah, that was pretty good." rodrick said. you gave him another quick kiss but just as your lips touched the door opened.

"hey kids, do you want- oh." it was susan and you instantly jumped away from him. "didn't i tell you to keep the door open?"

"mom! just go away!" rodrick stood up.

"ok ok, sorry." she walked out but made sure to leave the door very much open. as soon as you heard her footsteps fade away you couldn't help but laugh. rodrick turned to you.

"sorry, that was a lot." you said. he laughed too and sat back down next to you.

"i know i'm sorry." he said.

"it's ok. i just need to make sure to kiss you when there aren't any family members around." you said.

"i agree 100%."

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icarlyspanishsubtitles · 3 months

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“shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” 💢

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warnings: kissing, argument, hurt/comfort, fluff, i’m a corny girl okay, cursing.

today was just, not a good day. one thing after another, things just started to make you feel shitty. you woke up to go get yourself tea or coffee, when you started the car you realized you stupidly forgot to fill up the gas yesterday. when you got home, your dumbass cat scratched up your blanket. after you decided to lay down on the couch, you tripped over your shoelaces and hit the corner of your table. after that, you stayed in your bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

he was always so considerate of you, always trying to make you laugh, or make you feel loved. he was the guy to give you little massages when you felt an ounce of stress, praise you for doing something simple as making the bed, being absolute husband material. once you heard the door rattling, all of those bad thoughts completely left. you decided to stay in bed trying to stop smiling as much as you were. you felt a little pathetic as you were composing yourself even though you saw your boyfriend 7 hours prior, butterflies could’ve rattled out of you if they tried.

alex came into the room, he barely mentioned a little, “hi” as he walked into the room immediately sitting at his desk. you were taken a bit back but thought “ok no big deal, he probably just is busy.. like always.”you get up wrapping your arms around his shoulders. surprisingly he takes my arms placing them back into your lap, squeezing your elbow before letting go. “not right now babe.” he looks over to me motioning to the computer, “kind of busy.” at that moment the confusion settled as hurt. you felt like you were being dramatic, but you just wanted to be cuddly after a shitty day.

“uhm sorry..is something wrong?”

he looks over at me a little annoyed, still trying too seem like himself. “babe. i need to get this done for the server okay? thank you.” he sternly scolded turning back to his computer. “alex cmon, a few minuets can’t hurt..” he rolls his eyes getting agitated. “okay i already said it really nicely. i don’t want your company right now. okay?” you felt all the butterflies turn into little streaks of lighting. you attempted to say something with nothing coming out. you slammed the door as you went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water keeping yourself from not reacting. speaking quietly to yourself,”stop being dramatic, stop being dramatic, stop being dra-“ your thoughts stopped as alex walked in.

he subtly walks in with his arms slightly crossed, and then releases them. “cmon, what the fuck was that?” you sigh turning around, all of that stress turning into a little bit of anger. “i have had a terrible day alright? and i simply just wanted a LITTLE sweet moment with my boyfriend.” he sighs nodding, he will always hear you out even when annoyed. “i understand that okay? but baby i really need to get my work done, and you just..”

you manage to finally express how your feeling. “what? i’m annoying is that what your saying?” he holds the bridge of his nose, his eyes sealed shut. “don’t do that. we both know i didn’t do anything wrong.“ you pant out quietly out of exasperation. “maybe in your perspective. but i’m just telling you what you said really did hurt me and i-“ he finally has enough slamming his hand down onto the counter. “OH MY GOD COULD YOU JJST FUCKING STOP?!”

my mouth clenched when suddenly your loving boyfriend yelled at you. you looked down feeling tears go into your face, mouth quivering as you tried to not let the frown appear on your face, you felt so fucking bad. alex didn’t realize you were upset, as he kept talking. “i mean babe, cmon, i simply was just trying to say that this is s-“ a little cry came out of your mouth before he could finish. that little sound turned into soft whimpers and hiccups, as you wiped your face.

quackity sighed and thought to himself, “shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” he goes over to you, putting his arms around your back rubbing it slightly. he puts his head on top yours, kissing your head, as you rock back and forth lightly. he mumbles quietly,” i’m, i’m sorry love… i wasn’t fucking thinking and i just- i was an idiot just then…” you sniffle trying to calm down, as your completely embarrassed. he lightly glides his hands around your waist, having you sit on the couch with him. “cmon… let’s go sweet girl, cmon..”

he sits you on the couch, tugging you into his side like your a little koala. you wrap his arms around him, as he plays with your hair, putting strands of hair behind your ears. he looks at you with a sympathetic look, saying quietly. “tell me all about it. the reason why was your day so horrible ” you close your eyes trying to conceal your stuff, once you actually open your mouth, rambles start actually bursting out.

“w-well i hit my leg accidentally really hard, the cat scratched my favorite blanket, i forgot to put gas in the fucking car, and i didn’t eat today and i just want food.” you say as words went absolutely everywhere, you were feeling like absolute shit. he listens to every word at the end of your long sentence, he kisses your forehead.”it’s gonna be okay.” i nod knowing he was right, he places me in his lap hugging me. slowly rocking me as he kisses me gently. i slowly let myself fall asleep in the crook of his neck, mentally exhausted.

you wake up the next day, stretching your brittle back as you lazily get up. you look over to the bed trying to find your phone, to your surprise, you see something else. dark red gorgeous roses, with a white lacey ribbion tying them all together. right next to it is a cute panda stuffy, it was holding a heart with the message “i’m sorry :(“ on it, cheesy motherfucker. you laugh softly to yourself, confused on when he did this for you. continuing searching for your phone, it’s like your child lets be honest. you feel someone gently lifting you up, a yelp leaving your mouth. you turn around, your boyfriend having a annoying smirk on his face. you gently smack his shoulder, where he takes your arms kissing you as he leans you down 1950s romcom style. “idiot.” you mumble to him smiling. he nods and laughs,”sooo.. what do you think of the little, surprise hm? what do iii get??” he teasingly

“a girlfriend who isn’t pissed off at you?” he rolls his eyes, nodding a little bit. he hugs you again, picking you up bridal style. “put me down!” you yell through all of your laughing. he spins you around throwing you onto the couch. he lays down to the side of you, his lips attacking your neck, probably going to leave marks that he’s going to be proud of. you lean your head to the side, smiling softly as combing his hair back, “your forgiven,” he almost giggles against your neck, “i know.”

im baackkkk! ok guys i’m so sorry i literally STUPIDLY COULDNT LOG IN TO THIS ACCOUNT. but hey i’m back now 😍i’m excited to write again and pleaseee send requests. love you guys sm!

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emmy may i request candy cane kisses with the prompt snowed in at the bau with our beloved Spence <33 hot cocoas and manilla folders

I'm so excited for your Christmas challenge!! Happy holidays love <33

"Snow and Sweet" ~ S. Reid

Summary: In which a cup of hot cocoa and a slip of the tongue leads to a mistletoe kiss and a love confession.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (reader wears lipstick but fuck social norms)

Word Count: 1,493

Content Warning: the tiniest bit of angst because Y/N is lowkey insecure because of Elle, mentions of coffee and hot chocolate, like one (1) swear word, Spencer is autistic but what's new, honestly i think that's it?

Genre: Fluff, v fluffy 🫶🏻

Extra Notes: this took me soooo long to write but as they say, good things take time 🫡

Based on the Request: "emmy may i request candy cane kisses with the prompt snowed in at the bau with our beloved Spence <33 hot cocoas and manilla folders"

Originally Written: 01/03/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

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"ofwilliamandwalter's Christmas special" can be found here!

You weren't quite sure how you found yourself in this position, but one way or another, you were stuck at the BAU… with Spencer Reid. Only Spencer Reid.

It wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world if you didn't have the biggest (and probably most unrequited) crush on the man.

You'd been working together for two years, straight out of the Training Academy. He must've been so smart he skipped training, you reckoned, because you were sure you would've seen someone as beautiful as him around and probably would've failed from being distracted by him.

Spencer looked much different now then when you'd first met, and if he'd looked like that in training, you were sure you would've tripped during your high speed chase at Hogan's Alley. His shaggy hair was replaced with neatly trimmed waves, his contacts were replaced with glasses that made him carry himself with a confidence you hadn't seen when you first met, and his shy, questioning smile was replaced with one of certainty. He seemed much more like his true self.

Any other time, you might've not minded being snowed in at the BAU. After all, it was a big enough building—a library on the second floor, a coffee shop on the first. But tonight was Christmas Eve, and you cursed yourself for insisting that you could finish up your paperwork and have time to make it to Penelope's apartment for a Christmas movie night.

Only five pages remained of your work when Spencer stepped toward your desk. "The Weather Channel says we might be snowed in." he'd said, his voice stupidly sweet, his expression stupidly concerned, his face stupidly beautiful.

Here you were, three hours later, sipping on some hot chocolate in your favorite work mug and avoiding Spencer like a plague. This was especially hard considering you were the only two people on this floor.

"You OK?" he asked, breaking you from your online shopping trance. "Well," he chuckled, "all things considered."

No. I'm trapped in here with the person I find most attractive who probably doesn't find me the least bit attractive. "All good," you smiled before taking another sip of hot chocolate.

He sat down in the chair next to yours, (Derek's, but it wasn't like he was there to use it anyway). A sideways smile stretched across his face as he said, "Well, please don't take offense when I say this, but I am a profiler and I can tell when something seems wrong. You've been avoiding me for one thing and every time we have spoken, you say three words or less."

"Not true," you pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Your words reverberated in your ears, realization hitting you like a bus. "Sorry," you said, looking away. "I'm just not having the best night. I mean, I am stuck in the BAU with-"

You stopped abruptly, not sure how you'd let that much slip. Great, Y/N. Just great.

"With what?" he asked. Of course he caught that.

"Without Piper. She's my tabby cat." Well, at least he knows how much you love animals.

His mouth twisted. "You have a cat? That's so cool. I've always wanted a cat but I couldn't own one because my mom and I both have cat allergies." Of course he has cat allergies. How could I possibly make this worse?

Luckily, you stopped yourself before any more embarrassing things could slip from your tongue. Instead you took another sip of chocolatey goodness, thankful that it was the last one. "I'm gonna go make some more hot chocolate," you managed to say.

Much to your dismay, Spencer followed behind, reaching up into the shelf directly above you. His chest gently nudged your back, though his body felt rock solid. When did Spencer get so buff under those sweater vests?

"Sorry," he said with a blush.

You shook your head, perhaps a tad too fast. "It's all good." You turned your attention back to the fridge, grabbing the milk for your cocoa. Thank goodness Penelope stocks this fridge like she owns it.

A couple minutes had passed and you'd finished making your cocoa just as Spencer finished making his cup of coffee. You turned to walk back to the bullpen, but he grabbed your wrist with his free hand. Damn those hands. "Hey, are you sure you're OK?"

You set your mug back on the counter, your arms crossing tightly in front of your chest. "I am fine, Reid."

His eyes softened and his brows furrowed. "Did I do something?"

Your stomach churned at the thought of ever making Spencer sad or distressed. "Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"You keep avoiding me. You tensed up when I reached around you for my mug. You won't make eye contact with me. I'm just scared I've done something."

You shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. "Spencer, you could never. I promise. I love you too much to ever-"

"You what?"

You froze in your tracks. If it hadn't been for hearing your slip of the tongue, Spencer might've thought you'd been seen a ghost.

"You love me?" he asked.

You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe, and the only thing you were sure you could do was hear because his question echoed in your head like he'd screamed it at the Grand Canyon.

"Y/N?" he called, waving a hand in front of your face. It wasn't until you blinked that he was sure you were still alive. You wanted to disappear. When you remembered that Spencer knew magic tricks, you were tempted to ask him how much you'd have to pay to see him make you disappear into thin air.

"If it's any consolation, I think I like you, which I know isn't the same but…" he told you, his voice trailing awkwardly. At least you weren't awkward alone. He chuckled for a moment before examining, "I sound like a seventh grader right now, don't I?"

Some of the heaviness left your chest as his response rang through your eardrums. "You… like me?"

He nodded softly, his cheeks tinged as red as your favorite Christmas mug. "I do. I'm assuming by what you said that you must really like me too."

You let out a deep sigh before looking up at him. "If I have to be honest, I've had the biggest crush on you since the day I met you. Up until about twenty seconds ago, I just assumed it was unrequited. I mean, the way you always looked at Elle before she left-"

He blushed with an awkwardly amused huff. "I suppose I should admit that I always thought Elle was pretty. Doesn't mean I thought she was prettier than you."

This time, a rouge made its way to your own cheeks. "Really? I mean, Elle's got everything. A nice body, she's smart, she's beautiful, and I'm… well, I'm me."

An expression of reassurance overtook his face as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "You are both beautiful in your own ways. You shouldn't compare yourself to others. Yes, I liked you both, but for different reasons. I always thought Elle was pretty. But you… I think you're beautiful. And you've always been kind to me. You're one of the only people here who respects my neurodiversity."

Your eyes darted away awkwardly, up to the roof—or rather, what was hanging from the roof. Why does the universe hate me?

Spencer must've noticed your eyes, widened and focused on whatever was above his head. His head tilted upward, and you were secretly thankful your eyes were stuck to the roof, otherwise you might've melted on the spot after seeing that one stupidly beautiful vein in his neck. "Huh," he said, his tone the most nonchalant you'd ever heard, "mistletoe."

"Yep," you replied, the p popping louder than you'd expected it to.

He looked back down at you, his cheeks redder and hotter than ever. "Hey, traditions are stupid anyway. We don't have to-"

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed your lips twist the slightest bit downward. Even you hadn't noticed it until he was grabbing your face and pulling your lips into his, forcing them upward again.

He smelled sweet, probably because of the fifteen spoonfuls of creamer and sugar he always put in his coffee. Your stomach turned, probably a mix of nerves from your current position and the sickeningly sweet smell of Spencer Reid (or his coffee, anyway).

His hands stayed on either side of your face as he pulled away. You let out a giggle as you saw the remnants of your favorite lipstick coating his lips.

Spencer's wristwatch beeped loudly, breaking you away from your trance. He glanced down at his wrist while his other hand darted up to the nape of his neck. "Merry Christmas?" he said, cringing.

You giggled once more, pulling him in for another kiss. "Merry Christmas, sweet boy."

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hyperactive-cowboy · 6 months

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Ok so I've never posted nor let someone else read any of my stories, so this is a little of a bet with myself but the christmas vibe in me is really strong this year, plus I started to hardly ship those two lately, so here we go.

I'd like you to let me know if there are any mistakes or if it sucks but don't be too harsh loves i'm not a native english speaker. Also the other two chapters (if I'll still be in the vibe) will surely be released before 2024. ENJOYYY

I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door

Warnings: just fluff and angst

Ship: F1 involved!Lando Norris × not F1 involved!Oscar Piastri (established relationship)

Wc: 3.3k

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Summary: AU where Lando is away and Oscar misses him while he prepares a christmas party to surprise his boyfriend, but someone other makes an even bigger surprise for him.

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It wasn't the first time he woke up near a cold pillow and an empty space, he was used to it.

But still, every time he opened his eyes, surrounded by his smell, he wished to find him playing with his hair, smiling, even snoring. The only thing that mattered was that he was there.

Lando had flown away the week before to film some stupid Christmas videos for his stupid work in that stupid team.

Couldn't they film the videos while the season wasn't over yet? Absolutely no! They had to take him away from him the Christmas week.

Oscar turned around and crawled out of the bed, taking the jacket Lando used every winter morning to feel warmer. He almost never felt cold, but the familiar presence on his shoulders warmed his heart. And also he wasn't ready to leave behind the smell of chocolate and cinnamon Lando's pillow had.

He took his phone and unlocked it to see the notifications: two were from Lando (his usual "good morning" with one of his smile's pic and a big red heart), three were from Logan (who asked him if they could meet up for launch to organize the christmas party they have been talking about for a few months) and one from his boss (asking him if he could do an exchange of shifts on thursday).

Oscar answered first his boss with a "yes", and then a "yes" to Logan, for last answered his boyfriend with a "morning love❤️".

Oscar decided it was the moment to be productive, so he did breakfast and then got washed. He took a notepad and a blue pen, starting to write down some ideas for later.

After some time of brainstorming, he took his phone again and texted Lando to know if he could call him in the next few minutes.

As an answer, his phone immediately started to ring with the special ringtone he had set for when his boyfriend called him.

"Hey" as Oscar heard that stupidly sweet voice he started smiling.

"Hey"

Awkward silence

"Hi" Lando laughed.

"Hi. How is it going?"

"Everything's okay. We should film the last bit this noon, then the editing and last the return trip, and then i'll be home again"

There was a background noise, but Oscar didn't mind it.

"So you think you'll be home tomorrow afternoon?"

"Ehm… no actually I don't think I'll see you at least until friday"

"Friday??" Oscar was shocked. Usually Lando was away for not even a whole week. This time they would've taken him away for nine days. Another four days before touching his soft curls and hug him.

Oscar snorted and Lando laughed softly.

"I swear it won't feel this long. I lov-"

"Lando?"

No answers

"Hey are you there?"

Again no sounds from his phone.

He hung up and sent a message to Lando asking him what happened.

Oscar turned off his phone and looked at the clock on the wall in front of him.

He had to hurry. He was late. He was never late and the few times he had been it was all Lando's fault. Well, this time could also be considered Lando's fault.

His cell lit up for a new notification but Oscar was too busy getting ready to notice it.

He took the phone, the keys and the paper sheet with the party's ideas and rushed out of his house to lock it.

Once in the car, Oscar acknowledged the way he was dressed: a simple pair of gray sweatpants and one of Lando's hoodies. He sighed but then left out a soft laugh: this was one of the reasons why he loved having a boyfriend who wore the same size as him, having a double closet.

"You are late" is the first thing Logan says to his life-long friend

"Hey it's a pleasure to see you too"

"I've been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes" Logan opens his eyes wide to confirm his statement.

"Hey slow down I already have some ideas"

Oscar grabbed the sheet and exposed all his ideas to his friend.

They should've only launched together but the meeting lasted until half past four.

They had everything ready. Now they only needed to call their friends to invite them over.

Only after coming back home, he read Lando's text: sorry the line went dead, call me again when you can ❤ ️.

Of course Lando knew he was busy with this party organization thing, so he would've waited for him.

Oscar couldn't call him that exact moment, so he decided that the second he walked through his house's door he would've written a note on his fridge to remind himself to call his boyfriend as fast as possible.

If his calculus were correct, Lando would've landed at the airport two days after the party, the 23rd of the month. Just right in time with the Christmas celebration at his parent's.

He was mentally destroyed by the fact that Lando wouldn't have been with him at the party, but it has already been postponed enough.

Passing by the fridge not giving it even a look, Oscar selected the first person he was sure he wanted at the party.

Well, if he couldn't have his boyfriend there, he would at least have his boyfriend's best friend.

"Hey Osc, long time no see" he hears Max's voice through the phone as brilliant as in real life.

"Yeah it has been a tough period. We were planning a christmas party at our place on wednesday, are you in?" Oscar asks directly, he has a lot of people to call and a little time to do it.

"But isn't Lando away?"

"Yeah, we wanted to do this thing together, but then he was called away and we can't postpone it anymore"

Max lightly giggled. Oscar couldn't tell why, but he imagined it was because of something that was happening there.

"Yeah I think I'll be there"

"K, thanks mate. And you can come with who you want"

"Great, thanks. Bye"

After Max hung up, Oscar called a lot of the other members of the grid and some other friends, giving them the same instruction as he did before. He didn't mind calling Charles though 'cause he knew he would've come with Max (Verstappen).

When he controlled the clock for the 100th time, it was too late to have a snack, so he decided to start preparing dinner.

He was also used to cooking. Lando wasn't a total mess at it, but a little gremlin menace yes.

He took out of the freezer a couple of vegan burgers and some strange vegetable his mum was obsessed with (which he didn't remember the name of).

Closing the freezer, he got up. His sight arrived perfectly at the same height as the note he had taken before, but totally forgot about.

Oscar took a pan for the burgers and a pot for the vegetables so fast he was about to fall into the drawer. Started cooking his dinner and rushed out of the kitchen to call Lando.

"Honey I'm so so sorry I didn't call you earlier, I know it's late where you are now. You were probably asleep and I woke you up but I got so invested in this damn thing I even forgot to have a snack mid invites"

"Woah slow down there Flash. No worries, here's just two hours later than there, I just got back to my room" Lando laughed.

Oscar sighed in relief. Lando was already under enough stress, he didn't want to add to that by interrupting his sleep schedule. Although he knew his boyfriend wasn't picky when it came to places to sleep.

"Oh okay sorry. Didn't want to upset you"

"No way. You could never"

Even if Lando couldn't see him, Oscar blushed. Maybe it was a good thing Lando wasn't there with him.

"Oh thanks then. Anyway I called everybody who was on the list and got everything ready"

"Well done, did everybody confirm?"

"Mm…" Oscar checked his notes and answered with a "nope", popping the "p".

"Pierre and Daniel are not sure, but everybody else will be here" Oscar explained.

"Good. Even Max said yes?"

"Don't know which one you are asking about but yes, both of them said so"

For the nth time that day Oscar felt dumb not knowing the reason for some things that happened to him (ex. Max laughing at him on the phone) and felt even dumber thinking about those things. Of course people had their own lives beside him.

He was pretty sure it was the loneliness speaking in his mind. Still he decided to give an answer to one of those questions

"Lando, why did the line die like that before? It looked like you entered some galleries" he asked to test the waters.

"Uhm… Yeah actually there was a black out, so I think it was its fault"

"Oh okay, sorry" Oscar felt even more stupider now.

"I just wanted to hear your voice" he admitted.

"Hey baby I miss you too" Lando whispered to him.

That sentence melted his heart. He was literally dying to see his boyfriend again, and couldn't wait for Friday to arrive.

The day had arrived.

That early morning he and Logan had met to prepare his house and give him the keys, given the fact that from 10am to 4pm he would have been at work.

Max had insisted on helping them out and insidied into his house nearly earlier than his best friend.

"Don't worry. This will be the best party you've ever been to" Max assured him.

"Do I have to remind you this is MY house? Maybe I should be the one preparing it"

"We will be better than you, trust me" Logan entered the conversation.

He and Max weren't even that close, but still they were playing against him as a team.

"Okay then. Just don't burn down my home please. I would like it to be still in one piece when I come back" and with this sentence he left his house, shaking a little, in the hands of two feral menaces.

One part of him was even glad for them because he didn't think he would have made it to the night if he had to do everything by himself.

Oscar wrapped the christmas-themed scarf around his neck and prayed to every deity to let him have a peaceful day.

When Oscar got in the elevator that took him to his house he could already hear the last notes of "Santa tell me" and was almost relieved to have the certainty that the apartment was the same as how he left it. Just with some more decorations, music and lights.

Oscar slowly opened the door, being scared of something jumping on him, but instead got nearly blinded.

His two friends didn't prepare anything to scare him, but they did put up a whole lot of multicolored led lights on his ceiling.

Every piece of furniture was embellished by red, green or white christmas balls and fancy ribbons. Even the rug in his living room has changed from a neutral striped one to a "light up says one christmas tree to another". The joke wasn't even funny, but still it made him smile. They had maneged to even find a piece of mistletoe to hang under the door.

And as if he couldn't be more shocked than that, when Oscar entered his kitchen he was surprised by an extended variety of food, from olives and other snacks to a delicious-looking cake, from a not-cooked-yet roast to at least a hundred chocolate cookies with gingerbread man drawn on them.

Even more shocking was the sight of Max with a Santa stiled apron and cookie dough all over his face, while Logan was singing "Last Christmas" not getting even one note.

"What in the world you two" Oscar exclaimed.

The two friends fastly turned towards him. They hadn't heard him coming in and were a little scared at first by that reaction.

Logan and Max looked at each other not knowing what was happening, and the american instinctively stood up in front of his new friend to try and protect him.

Oscar jumped on Max and Logan, but not to hurt him. He really wanted to give them a hug. So he did.

It felt strange for him to hug someone who wasn't his parents or his sisters. Even when it was Lando doing it, it felt weird the first times (and still did a bit, to be fair).

"Thank you for everything" Oscar said when he felt his friends get comfortable in his arms.

"That's no problem mate, really" Max replied.

Oscar was on the verge of tears. For him this act mattered more than a thousand words.

Not knowing what to say, he just squeezed his friends even more.

The last guest had arrived. At the end, neither of the hypothetical two more guests could come.

Pierre had already flown away to France to spend the holidays with his family and Danny was spending his first Christmas with his girlfriend's parents (he was so nervous when he gave Oscar an answer).

The party was being wonderful until then.

Everything was at their place, all the people that mattered to him (to them) were there, all the food were cooked and ready, the music was loud but joyful and even the smell was fantastic: chocolate and gingerbread. Even Charles -in that ugly jumper- was there, he came with Max (Verstappen), like Oscar thought. So Christmas coded. Perfect.

There was just one thing missing: him. Lando.

Oscar thought about sending him a video or a picture, but then looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 10PM. Too late to try. The next day Lando would've started his return to home and he needed to be ready and rested for that.

He'd have just taken some pics and videos and sent them to Lando the next day.

Oscar decided it wasn't the right time to get sad and that he could have cried about it later that night, maybe with a mug filled with hot chocolate or a big bottle of gin.

He put his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and started chatting with Liam and some other friends from F2 and F3.

Oscar was suspicious of Max. He was surely going to do something crazy in some way. It was at least the eleventh time he had gone to the kitchen that night without a reason -all the food was in the living room and they had also bought a mini fridge and wrapped a big red ribbon around it just so they DIDN'T have to always go to the kitchen to take the drinks.

Oscar followed his friend and peeked from outside the door and saw Max giggling and jumping like a schoolgirl while he was texting someone on his phone.

Like literally. He was coordinating little jumps on the spot and moving his arms.

He was so stunned by the scene before him he didn't even realize his friend wasn't watching the phone anymore.

"Hey man no one ever told you to not overhear?" Max scolded him with a strange look on his face.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to-" his friend had closed the door in front of his face. HIS door of HIS kitchen in front of HIS face. And didn't even stutter. Because he was distracted by Max acting like some teen.

If possible, Oscar was even more astonished.

He turned around still with his mouth a little open. He headed to the drinks table and took the one which looked the most alcoholic.

If he couldn't have neither his boyfriend nor his house for his own, at least he would've gotten drunk.

He surely got drunk.

That one drink was followed by many others, every single one with a different color and taste. Some more alcoholic than others.

Oscar wanted to find someone to get absolutely wasted with. Someone like one of his oldest friends. Someone like Logan.

In fact, Oscar hadn't seen Logan for a while now.

He stood up from the armchair he had fallen into earlier and all the room around him started to rotate, "Jingle bell rock" in the speakers more powerful than ever.

He took just one step, then he felt like he was flying. Oscar didn't know how it happened but a moment later he was faceplanted in the sofa cushion.

"Mate what the-" Oscar heard a familiar voice and then two hands took him by his arms and helped him get up.

A blond lock of hair shone in Oscar's face and finally the voice and hands had also a face and a name.

"Ehy, what are you doing?" Logan sounded worried. Why was he worried? Oscar really couldn't tell. Everything was going the right way.

"It's going to be a mess" Logan looked from his right to his left and then did it again, trying to find a solution to a problem Oscar didn't even understand.

"'m kay. No worries jus lemme sit" he didn't even have the time to bend, he immediately felt transported towards the exit of the room.

"C'mon I'm helping you get ready, you shouldn't resist so much" Logan dragged him into the bathroom and opened the tap.

He stood Oscar up "I'm sorry mate" Logan said just before pushing his head right under the coldest water he had ever felt on his body.

Suddenly Oscar's irises contracted and his brain resumed part of his normal functions. He pushed away from the sink but instantly had to bow on the toilet.

When he got up and watched himself in the mirror, he was sure he had never looked this bad. His longer-than-usual hair was glued to his forehead, his skin glowed with sweat and water, half of his shirt was covered in vomit while the other one was soaked with alcohol.

Oscar thanked his best friend and opened the door, heading to the living room murmuring about needing to kick out all those people.

"No no no mate, what are you doing? We need to change your clothes and get read-" Logan talked so fastly he nearly stumbled on his words, taking Oscar by his arm and trying to move him towards the closet in his bedroom.

"Nope, I'm ending this party in ten minutes, you can stay if you want but everybody else needs to exit now. I'm not in the conditions to continue this"

"But- but you can't" Logan sounded desperate. "Okay well you can, just- just change your shirt. This one is so dirty I can't even look at it"

Oscar took another look at himself and had to admit his friend was right.

A clean and fragrant white shirt later, Oscar was entering his living room with the intention of guiding everybody out of his house.

One step in the room, the sound of his doorbell rang in the air.

Max Fewtrell ran out of the kitchen (why was he still in there?) with a crazy smile.

"My guest must've arrived" he announced directly to Oscar, inviting him to open the door.

His guest? Oh yeah the one Oscar had told him he could take with himself. But why would someone arrive this late to a party? He had no idea, but still he went to the door, opening it without even looking who was ringing through the peephole.

Oscar was drunk. Wasted even. It was surely an image created by his flooded brain to make fun of him, but when he looked around to see if anyone else could see his vision, he was hit by a hundred flash lights.

So it wasn't just his imagination.

Lando. His boyfriend. Was really on one knee in front of him, out of his door.

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whatsnewalycat · 1 year

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wake & bake

pairing: dieter bravo x ofc louella

Summary: You have a virtual smoke session with your new friend and secret crush, Dieter Bravo.

Rating: Mature (see warnings)

Content Tags/Warnings: video chat, smoking weed & getting high, swearing, fluff, flirting, pet names, attempts at jokes, primal scream, crush

Word Count: 2.1k+

Notes: Hi there! This takes place in the Psychomanteum storyline between chapters 2 & 3. I think it can be read as a one shot with the context that’s given but idk. You do need to know is that Louella/Lua, our OFC and second person POV, bakes and sells edibles, bc I don’t think that’s super clear in the text. Ok thanks have a great day 🖤✨

You settle into the middle of your bed, crossing your legs as you glance around and take inventory.

Lighter. Joint. Ashtray. Water bottle. Laptop.

Your emerald green curtains billow and rustle when a crisp spring breeze rolls through the bedroom. The air carries the latent, earthy scent of decay and new growth from the park across the street. A shiver weaves its way up your back, so you pull the throw blanket draped around your waist up onto your shoulders like a cape.

Despite the chill, your hands are hot pads. You press one palm to your cheek and grimace at how fast it heats you. It’s stupid to be so nervous about this. He’s just a person.

Just a really amusing, really sweet, stupidly handsome person.

That also happens to be famous. Which is a fact you can’t dwell on for too long before it starts to make you queasy. So, for the purposes of this conversation, you decide to omit it from your brain.

Just a guy.

You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your pants, then click Join Meeting.

A few moments go by before Dieter’s face pops up on the screen. He looks like he just crawled out of bed. His face is all puffy from sleep and his chestnut curls are sticking up every which way.

Upon seeing him, your heart starts thudding in your throat.

He mumbles some kind of greeting while rubbing one eye and yawning, then pulls the camera back to wave at you, revealing that he’s shirtless. The video blurs and shifts like he’s en route, and you see bits and pieces of what you assume is his house in the background.

“Good morning, sunshine!” you call, waving to the camera, probably a little too enthusiastic.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he croaks out, voice all groggy, “Sorry, just woke up, give me a sec.”

He sets the phone down on a flat surface, giving you a view of his ceiling as he pours a cup of coffee.

“I’ll give you all the secs you need,” you tease, and immediately cringe at yourself. But you hear a robust laugh echo through, what you assume is, his kitchen. A proud smile stretches across your face.

“That was good,” he grins as he picks the phone up and tucks a joint behind his ear, then grabs a steaming coffee cup. The background starts moving again as he walks through the house, “How’re you doing today, doll?”

“Busy,” you fiddle with the joint, twirling its paper tip to a point, “I’ve been up since like 3:00.”

“Pretty sure that’s when I went to sleep,” he tells you with a little chuckle, “S’pose it’s like… stoner Christmas, huh? Big day in the biz.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty nuts,” you laugh, then shrug, “Keeps the lights on, though, so I’m not complaining. Parker is gonna come over in a bit and help me with the orders going out this afternoon.”

“Oh, Parker, what a guy,” Dieter smiles, opening a sliding glass door that drenches him in sunlight.

“He’s the best,” you smirk, then look up at the laptop screen and sigh, “What’re your plans for today?”

“Eh,” he shrugs, then groans as he sits down in a white patio couch, “Little of this, little of that. Gonna meet up with some people later and go to a party.”

“Fun,” you say, trying to picture the kind of LA parties he frequents. Your imagination makes them out to be glamorous and wild. Expensive champagne, models, celebrities, drugs galore. After looking around your small bedroom, you blow a raspberry, then ask, “Well, shall we?”

Dieter hums and plucks the joint out from behind his ear. He closes his lips around the cardboard tip, talking around it, “We shall.”

You follow his lead, holding your joint between your lips, then raise a lighter to the business end, pulling a few quick puffs before you toss the lighter aside. Thick, skunky smoke expands your lungs. You exhale towards the window and cough a little as THC dissipates through your body, making you feel light and buoyant.

“What’re the parties like out there?” you ask, taking another long drag. The pot starts to smooth your nervous edges and mellow you out.

He grunts and pulls a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, then shrugs, “Bullshit. Buncha phonies trying to one up each other.”

“Ok, Holden Caulfield,” you snort, and it earns a howl of laughter from him that makes you smile.

“No, but really,” he takes a drag off his joint and holds the smoke captive as he tells you, “I don’t find people like you and Parker out here,” he exhales fully, coughing a little, “Or anywhere, really. That party was the most fun I’ve had in years.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh.

“Seriously!” He grins and clambers up in his seat, leaning forward, “I’ve done acid so many goddamn times at so many parties. And it’s always a big group of people talking over each other, trying so hard to be profound, or have a fuckin’, uhhh, spiritual experience or whatever,” he waves his hands about as he talks, pausing to take a hit. Smoke muffles his voice when he tells you, “But they’re all so fucking soulless and shallow, I can’t stand it. I usually either end up leaving to trip alone or take other shit to make it more tolerable.”

You giggle nervously, “That sounds… I dunno, like a bad fucking time, man.”

He chuckles, then murmurs, “Anyway,” sitting back in his seat, “What’s, uhhh… what’s your scene, what kind of parties do you usually go to?”

“Uhhhhh,” you croak as you think about this, then frown at the ceiling as you take a hit off your joint and exhale, “I guess I really don’t? I go to bars more than parties, I guess, but I usually just go there to get laid.”

He smiles wide and brings a palm to his chest, “A girl after my own heart.”

You giggle as heat creeps through your body, up your neck, “I mean, I can drink and smoke at home. But dick? I have to outsource dick—”

Dieter’s laughter is all you can hear. He leans forward and pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

“Pussy, too, but dick is much easier to find,” you tell him in a joking way, even though it’s not a joke, “It’s just not the same alone, you know?

“That’s absolutely true,” he chuckles, wiping his eyes as his laughter dies down, “I like you, you’re funny.”

“Hey, I like you too,” you beam, tilting your head to the side. It’s quiet for a moment as you study each other’s face through the screen conduit. You take another drag off your joint, averting your gaze to the window, then blow a thick plume of smoke towards it.

“I have a question,” you tell him, flicking your eyes back to the screen.

“What?” he tucks a hand under his head and lays out on his outdoor couch.

“Do you ever have these urges to do something crazy? And, like, wonder how people around you would react?”

“Like what?”

“Like,” you toss your head back and forth, “Like what would you do if I just took my clothes off right now, or—“

“I would die of joy, can we try that one?” he grins.

“No,” you snort, then cover your face as it starts to heat, “It was just an example!”

“Uh huh. You came up with it really fast,” he observes, then takes a drag from his joint.

“And you responded to it really fast,” you counter, raising an eyebrow, crushing the orange cherry of your joint into the ashtray on your knee.

“Obviously,” Dieter scoffs and shrugs, “I would love to see you naked.”

Your whole head is a heat lamp and your face hurts from smiling. You lick your lips and smirk, “I am very flattered. But, hear me out—”

“We both take our clothes off,” he suggests, his shoulders shaking with stifled laughter, “That’s such a good idea!”

“I am going to murder you, Dee,” you laugh, covering your face.

“Ok, no seriously, go ahead,” he snickers, glancing over to extinguish his spent joint in an off-screen ashtray.

You sigh and pause for a beat before confessing, “I wanna scream. Like, as loud as I can.”

He smirks and opens his mouth, tilting his head to the side.

Before he can quip a sexual innuendo and fluster you further, you explain, “I’ve felt it in my chest for so long. The scream, I mean. Like it’s just sitting in there begging to be let out. Do you know what I’m talking about? Do you ever feel like that?”

The devilish smirk on his lips falters. He nods, “Yeah, I have.”

“I want to let it out, but I’m always so scared of what my neighbors will think,” you tell him, searching his face hundreds of miles away, “And sometimes I think, what if I just said fuck it and did it? Just screamed as loud and long as I could? What would happen?”

“Well, fuck it, let’s do it,” he decides, and the camera jostles as he rises to his feet, “Let’s fuckin’ scream our little hearts out, huh? See what happens.”

You smile, “Really?”

“Fuck yeah, come on,” he says, “You gotta stand, though, really let it out.”

“Ok,” you laugh and set your ashtray aside, then roll off your bed, pulling your laptop to the edge so he can see you standing at your window, “Ready?”

“Alright, on three,” he calls, and you wriggle your body around, trying to psych yourself up, shaking your hands out as he counts, “1, 2, 3–“

You inhale until your lungs ache, then let it out.

The red, hot feeling of disquiet that has been restless inside your chest for months scrapes against your vocal chords, burning your throat.

While you’re doing this, you hear Dieter through the laptop speakers, screaming in unison with you, unrestrained, primal.

You bend over to fully expunge this guttural, animalistic noise from your body. You scream until your face is filled with blood and your heartbeat pounds in your ears. Until your throat is throbbing and your voice is hoarse. Until your lungs are empty and nothing else comes out.

Then you turn around to the laptop, searching Dieter’s flushed face. You’re both smiling wide and wild, chests heaving.

“That was fucking awesome,” he tells you, chuckling and shaking his head, “You did great.”

“So did you,” you grin, “Good job screaming.”

A frantic knock sounds on your door.

“Oh shit,” you cover your face and giggle, looking up towards the noise, “Someone’s knocking.”

“Probably making sure you’re alive,” you hear Dieter say as you carry the laptop into the kitchen. You set it on the countertop before opening the door.

“Hi,” you answer breathlessly to the wide eyes of your next door neighbor, “I’m fine.”

“Oh—ok, I was just making sure—”

“Yeah, I just—you know, you ever just feel like screaming?” you try to explain.

She shakes her head and stammers, “Um, no. But—but you’re ok, right?”

“I’m perfect, it felt really good,” you tell her, and you can hear Dieter’s laughter over the laptop, “Thank you for checking on me, though. I appreciate it.”

“Sure,” she nods, then starts to walk away, glancing back over her shoulder as she goes.

You close the door and lock it, then burst out in giggles as you go back to the laptop, seeing Dieter smiling from ear-to-ear.

He tells you, “That was adorable.”

“That was my neighbor thinking I’ve fully fucking lost my mind,” you snort, then glance up at the the clock on your oven, “Fuck, I have to get back to work.”

He gives you a thumbs down and jeers, “Boooooo!”

The thought of him not wanting this call to end yet makes your insides twist. You roll your eyes playfully, “It’s been lovely smoking and screaming with you.”

“Waking and baking with you has been a delight, Lua, we should do it again soon,” he smiles, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah?” you beam, licking your lips before asking, “Do you mean that?”

“Obviously,” he scoffs, and you’re sort of glad you can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses when his voice softens and he tells you, “Really, Lua. I’d love to do this again. I’m not just saying that.”

“Ok,” you grin like a fool and nod, “I would love to do this again, too.”

“I’ll let you get to it. Tell Parker I said hi give him a bit ole smooch for me, will ya?”

“I will,” you wave,” Bye, Dee.”

He kisses his hand and presses it to the camera, then says, “Talk to you soon, doll.”

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ramblingoak · 1 year

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A Lil Somethin’ Somethin’, Chapter 4: Finally

It is now complete!

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An anon prompt wanted Papa and Reader out to dinner...and vibrating panties

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader: Smut, Fluff, Slight Voyeurism(?), Vibrating Panties and Copia being a dork. NSFW, 18+ only, MDNI. This chapter is 3,300k words.

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What did a girl have to do around here to get an orgasm?

Honestly after everything you didn’t even want to go to dinner. The only thing you were hungry for was safely tucked away in Copia’s stupidly tight black slacks. The bastard knew it too judging by the little smirks he kept shooting you in the car.

On the drive over you had both been quiet, the only sound was Copia softly singing along to ABBA. Terzo’s car was as luxurious as you could expect. Italian leather (a dark, rich purple of course) and every amenity possible. You couldn’t help but daydream about Copia stretching you across the bench seat and finally giving you the release you had been begging for all night.

Thankfully the vibrator had remained quiet the whole drive over. The little break was nice and you were able to clean up your makeup a bit. Copia had pulled into a dark corner of the small lot behind the restaurant and wasted no time getting out and coming around to open your door for you. Despite the torture he’d put you through you did love seeing him enjoying himself.

Even if it was at your expense.

As you were both regulars here you had been looking forward to your usual quiet booth away from everyone else. Maybe you could finally get Copia’s skilled fingers back on you (or in you). It wouldn’t be the first time you two had taken advantage of being away from prying eyes here. With the amount Copia left as a tip each time they probably wouldn’t even bat an eye if he bent you over the table in the middle of dinner.

Copia had other plans though, before the hostess could bring you to your booth he had stopped and pointed to an empty table in the middle of the restaurant. “Actually cara mia, could we sit here? I’d like to enjoy the atmosphere tonight. Per favore.” You dug your nails into his hand and glared daggers at him but he just brought your hand up and gave it a quick kiss on the back.

When you sat down and immediately jumped back up due to the vibrator starting again you felt like flipping the table. You could feel people’s eyes on you and you tried to stay calm to not embarrass yourself any further. When you looked at Copia he was sitting there with that stupid smile and it took every ounce of self control you had to not grab a fork and dig his eyes out.

What you needed to do was to get him to lose his patience. If you could get Copia to need it as badly as you did then this whole thing would end. You two could go home and have lots of orgasms and then order Chinese food. Everyone wins, but most importantly you could take these fucking panties off.

You almost felt bad because you had promised him. Even though it was at your expense you loved seeing your Papa have fun. To see him smile and laugh and not look tired and stressed from a long day of being in charge. You loved him so much you wanted him to have more days like this. Just maybe with less vibrators next time.

He caught you staring at him and you could see a little bit of pink appear on his cheeks. Your sweet Papa, he had so many sides to him. You were lucky you got to see the cute side, the side that made him blush when you complimented him. Your soft smile started turning into a frown when you saw his hand reach into his pocket again. His blush was gone and the smug look he’d worn most of the day was back.

Ok, time to change tactics.

The waiter wandered over and you slid your attention to him. When the buzzing started against your clit you weren’t surprised and were able to stay still despite the stimulation it was providing. You smiled up at the waiter and glanced at the bottle of wine in his hand, an idea suddenly popping into your mind.

“Welcome to Giuseppe’s, would you like to try a free sample of the house wine?”

“Yes, please!” You eagerly held your glass up and was pleased to see that the sample was more than a sip. Not bothering to wait for Copia you brought it up to your lips and downed it, taking a moment while the rim was still sitting against your lip to prepare your next move. Okie dokie, now or never.

The moan you let out wasn’t particularly loud or long, but you did try to put a little extra oomph behind it. You didn’t think it was anything fancy but Copia spit his wine back into his glass and the waiter seemed frozen in place. You giggled and gazed up at the waiter and watched as his cheeks reddened.

“I’m sorry, this was just so good! Do you think I could maybe have one more tiny sip?” You held the glass out and rested your chin on your other hand. He coughed and seemed all too eager to pour you another. This one went down about the same and you were pleased to see that Copia still hadn’t bothered to take another drink of his.

The waiter cleared his throat again and muttered something about giving you more time with the menu before he took off. You ran a finger around the rim of the glass and looked over to see Copia still staring at you.

“Enjoying the wine, dolcezza?”

“Yes, it was very good.”

“It wasn’t that good.”

You shrugged and looked down at the menu. Copia could stew about that for a little bit. The longer he spent trying to figure your game out the harder time he’d have remembering his own. He muttered something under his breath but you ignored it and tried to pick an appetizer out. Something that you could really draw out eating and moaning over.

The rest of the dinner went similar to the wine tasting. The mozzarella sticks were a big hit with both Copia and the waiter. By the time your toasted ravioli showed up Copia was even forgetting to turn the vibrator on. Each bite, sip and swallow was followed by any noise you could think of. Your moaning had not only Copia and the waiter sweating but you had the attention of most of the tables around you. You could tell Copia was reaching his limit, he had told the waiter to leave the awful wine and he had finished most of it himself at this point.

“Would either one of you like dessert? We have a lovely chees–.”

“No. The check, please. Per favore.” You used your napkin to hide your smile but you knew Copia saw it when he snorted and shook his head fondly. At least you hoped it was fondly. He looked about ready to throw you over his shoulder and storm out without paying, but he kept his composure and gave his card to the waiter. As soon as he came back Copia grabbed the card and was up and out of his seat, gently taking your elbow and leading you outside.

“But Copia I wanted some cheesecake!” He pinched your butt and you yelped.

“You little minx.” You giggled as Copia practically dragged you across the parking lot back to the car. “Teasing your Papa like that. You know what those noises of yours do to me.” When you got to the car he pulled you against him and gave you a hard kiss, swiping his tongue inside your mouth quickly before pulling away to unlock the car. He raised an eyebrow when he saw your nose scrunched up.

“You taste like that awful wine.” Copia snorted while he got the door open and then started gently pushing you to get inside.

“Made a lot of noise over awful wine.” You gave him a quick grin and then slid across the seat and started putting the seatbelt on. “Not yet dolcezza.” When you looked back at him he was beginning to unbuckle his belt.

“Copia, no! Let’s go home first!”

“No one will see us, I can’t wait any longer.” The belt was hanging loose and he was sliding his zipper down. “I need to fuck you. Now.”

“You’re not fucking me in Terzo’s car.” You bit your lip to stop from laughing at the exasperated groan he made. He practically had his pants at his knees already. “Can’t you wait a little longer, Papa?” Ok now you couldn’t hold in your laughter, the look on his face was priceless.

“Dolcezza, are you teasing your Papa again?” You covered your mouth with a hand to try to hide your laughter. Especially when he’d wiggled his pants all the way down and kicked them off. “How about I promise you get to have a day where you can do whatever you want to me.” You squealed when he dove across the seat and started biting at your neck. Copia could be so silly sometimes, even still after becoming Papa.

Partly why you loved him so much.

“Stop slobbering all over me you idiot.” You playfully pushed your knee against his cock and gave him an innocent smile when he jerked out of the way. “Whatever I want, huh?”

“Anything.”

“Deal. Showtime handsome, let’s go!”

Copia snorted and grabbed your knee when you tried to rub it against his cock again. His hand slid slowly down your thigh until it disappeared under your dress. You took a deep breath when he didn’t even pause in its journey to your cunt.

He sat up quickly, keeping a hand on you and then slipped his other in his jacket. “Oh no Copia ple—“. You stopped when he clicked his tongue at you. Pouting when you groaned and let your head fall back onto the seat and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Oh my poor dolcezza, it’s been a long day hasn’t it?”

“Yes! I would like an orgasm now please.” You didn’t even lift your arm to look at him. To see that smug face of his that you’d been looking at practically all day. You didn’t even flinch when the little vibrator started again, a low gentle buzz. Whatever, you were over it.

Copia shifted his hand and the vibrator moved right over your clit. He slowly rubbed it in a small circle, letting it tease around the little nub in a perfect rhythm. You bit your lip when he turned it up higher. Despite having dealt with it all day it felt very nice when it was hitting you just right.

“Mmm yes, there we go dolcezza. This feels nice doesn’t it? I’ll take care of you just like I promised.” Your lip escaped your teeth when he slid his hand so the heel was keeping the vibrator on your clit and his fingers were able to slip inside the panties and rub around your entrance.

“Oh fu—, Papa!”

“Poor thing, you’ve been wet all day haven’t you? Just waiting for me to fill you with something.” His fingers stopped circling and he pushed two of them right into you. The arm over your face flung out and you gripped the back of the seat.

He was looking down at your soaked cunt and you could see the hunger in his eyes. The teasing was over and you started panting as the vibrations climbed even higher. He pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket and used it to tease your clit with vibrator while the fingers on his other hand continued to pump in and out of you.

You could hear the slick sounds of his fingers even over the tiny device. A third finger joined in and the sounds you were making could probably be heard from inside the restaurant. Copia twisted his fingers just right and rubbed them against the spot inside of you and you saw stars.

“Oh, Copia! Oh, yes right there!” He started moving them faster, rubbing harder and with a few more pumps you were gone. It felt like your world was imploding. All the tension from the day rushing out of you.

You whimpered when he slid his fingers out and gasped when the little vibrator was pulled away as he tugged the panties off. It was a little awkward to maneuver your legs with him right in the middle but Copia was good at manhandling you from months of practice.

Your eyes lazily opened but you groaned and rolled them back closed when you watched him bring the panties to his face and sniff them. He chuckled and you peeked them open to watch him drop them behind the front seat.

“Don’t forget they’re back there.”

Copia scoffed, and ripped his jacket off before dropping it back there too. “He’ll never notice, you should see some of the stuff back here.”

“Oh?” Well that was interesting, you tried to sit up to get a look but Copia snapped his fingers and pointed for you to lay back down. You narrowed your eyes at him but obeyed, crossing your arms over your chest instead.

“I’m not finished dolcezza, we can explore Terzo’s toys later.” He laughed when you wrinkled your nose. You watched him hook one of your legs over his shoulder and he started mouthing at the side of your knee, slowly following the path his hand took before.

“You know we can just…get on with it.” Copia’s head jerked up from where it was already between your legs.

“Eh? What?”

You sighed and reached down to run your fingers through his hair. “It’s just been a long day, ya know?” You tried not to laugh at his bewildered look. “I’m just saying that we can finish things up. We don’t need to do any extra stuff.”

“Extra stuff?”

“Yes, extra stuff! Just, just fuck me. I have been waiting for you to fuck me all day.” He hadn’t moved and seemed like his brain was almost having to reboot like his ancient desktop needed to do multiple times a day. “So…fuck me.”

“Extra stuff?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it's very nice!” He moved his head back when you tried to comb his hair again. Oh someone was in a mood now. “Copia, you are very good at it but let’s save it for another time, ok?”

He looked down at your cunt and squinted his eyes for a moment. “This hasn’t happened to me before.”

“I’m sorry, how about you just put your very nice dick to good use instead, ok?”

“I like the extra stuff.”

“I know.”

“I’m good at it.”

“You’re the best Papa, I told you this last week.” You were starting to feel a little bad, the man was practically pouting. This is what he gets for teasing you for hours on end though, you were tired. Still, you hated being the cause of that pitiful pout of his. “How about you fuck me now and tomorrow you can eat me out as long as you want?”

Copia looked up at you from where he was idly tracing patterns along your thigh. “You promise?” Oh Satanas, now he had the puppy dog eyes.

“I swear Papa, you can do whatever you want to me tomorrow.” His pout instantly transformed into a grin and you immediately realized your mistake. “No! Copia that’s no–”

Your words were lost when he was on you once more, stealing your breath with his kisses. His fingers started to slide along your entrance again. Rubbing you in that perfect way that always got you wet and ready for him. “So good for me, always such a good girl for your Papa.”

You pulled your mouth away to whine when his fingers left you, but it turned into a moan when you felt his hard cock sliding over your cunt. He started moaning himself when it caught on your entrance, the tip slowly pushing in as he flexed his hips back and forth.

“This is what you want, si? You want my cock.” You nodded frantically and wrapped your legs around his waist to try to pull him further inside of you. He chuckled and indulged you, pushing in deeper and deeper until his hips were flush with yours.

The stretch was exquisite, it always was no matter how well he prepared you. He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours and gave you a soft smile. You knew what he was asking and nodded your head. A gentle kiss was your only warning before he pushed himself up and grasped your hips in a tight grip.

Then he finally (finally) started fucking you.

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It was one of the first things you did when you both got back to the abbey. After a hot shower and some reheated leftovers you both got into bed, Copia falling asleep almost immediately. You were still a little wired and had an idea that you needed to look into. A way to pay your Papa back for such a lovely day. When you saw it you knew it was perfect. You were also pretty sure he’d agree to it, he did say “anything” after all.

Maybe you two should be more specific about these things in the future.

After his gift arrived a few days later you wrapped it carefully in a little gift bag and brought it into the office with you. Secondo seemed curious but when you told him he would regret knowing he rolled his eyes and ignored you for most of the morning. Whatever, like his nightstand wasn’t full of all manner of sex toys.

When it came time for lunch you grabbed the bag and strolled out and across the hall to knock on his door. Before you could it swung open revealing a very agitated Terzo storming out of Copia’s office. You raised an eyebrow but he just hissed at you and wandered down the hall.

You made sure to close and lock the door behind you before walking towards your Papa. He held his arms out for you and you set the gift on his desk before sliding into his lap. “What’s wrong with him?” Copia glanced up at you and smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

He groaned as you settled in his lap, the groan getting deeper when you wiggled your hips against his crotch. “I might’ve forgotten a few things in his car.” You snorted and hid your head in Copia’s neck. Well that explains the attitude, poor Terzo. Copia started to slide a hand up your leg and under your habit before you stopped him.

“Wait, Papa, I have something for you.” The pleased look on his face made your heart skip a beat and you could see his blush even through all that paint of his. You bit your lip as he started to pull out the tissue paper and rustle around for what you had gotten him.

“What’s the occasion?” Immediately after he asked he paused and you could see his brain trying to work out what he was looking at. He slowly pulled out a pair of silk boxers that were the same color as the panties he had gifted you a few days ago.

“Well, you did promise me that I could do whatever I wanted to you, right?” Copia had set the panties down in his lap and then reached in for the second item.

“Dolcezza, uh, this is for me?” You smiled and helped him open the plastic around the neon blue object. The little remote fell out and into your lap and you lifted it up to waggle it in front of his face.

“My turn, Papa.” You turned the vibrating plug on with the remote, laughing when Copia yelped and dropped it.

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Confession - Choi Yeonjun

Summary: You are very nervous about confessing to Yeonjun, but it goes unexpectedly well.

Genre: Fluff, drama, crack[?] University AU

Pairing: non idol Yeonjun x gn Reader

Warnings: Swearing, description of kissing

Confessions can be scary, nerve wrecking and absolutely stressful. But the outcomes are often worth it.

You didn't have your hopes any high. You were Madly in love with Yeonjun. But why did it have to be him out of everyone? The school basketball team captain, kid of town's mayor, school heart-throbe, and what more? Your damn best friend!

Your sister was observing this all along. "Just go and tell him for God's sake! Y/N, do you think he will judge you? It's not like he is a stranger. Just be honest and say you like him, that's how simple it is." She placed her hands on her hips. She was done with you whinning how he just existed and made your heart race every now and then.

"He's my friend! What if I make stuff awkard? What if I ruin our friendship?What if he gets mad at me for falling for him? What if I fuck up the confession?" You were giving excuses and overthinking again.

"See, Y/N I honestly don't think Yeonjun is the type of person to distance himself after a confession. Also, what if he likes you? Be positive! How long you think you can continue your hopeless crushing? Tell him what you feel. It's not as hard as you think." She ruffled your hairs, as you hummed, agreeing.

You and Yeonjun sat in the crowded canteen as he bragged about his new sports bicycle. "You know what? Only a few people in town have it, it is the most reputed and expensive brand. My mum said this is only one of all birthday gifts she had for me." He noticed you were blank again. "Y/N! Are you even listening? He waved his hand in front of you.

"Oh yeah of course I am." You said, but well, you were bad at lying. It was obvious that you had spaced out. The thoughts of Yeonjun and confession were running wild in your mind. "You zoned out again didn't you? Poor kid, were my visuals distracting you?" He grinned, making you even more nervous.

"Well, Yeonjun, i had something to tell you....." You fiddled with your fingers. Where was the confidence you had while leaving home? "Go ahead, don't beat around the bush." He spoke. ''Umm...A-actually you know... we've been best friends since years....so.." You trailed off. You were so mad at yourself for being so dumb. "So what Y/Nie? It's a great thing." He raised his brows as you struggled to put your thoughts into words.

"It's just....i wanted to say that....Idon'tseeyouasfriend. Ilikeyousomuch. It's ok... if you don't like me back though..." Crap. You fucked up. Thoughts went crazy inside your head. Now he was gonna be mad at you. You ruined your friendship. You were such a loser.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by a very loud Yeonjun as he got up from chair and stared at you like you were dumb. "Y/Nie! Is this what you were nervous about? Because you like me?" He spoke a little too loudly. You knew he was doing this on purpose.

"Why were you worried about such a tiny thing? Who wouldn't like a smart, sweet, brave, amazing, pretty yet the dumbest person like you?" Your cheeks turned pink. "Of course I like you! I have been head over heels for you since months! I just wanted to cherish our friendship. But you like me! It's like a freaking dream turned reality!"

Yeonjun was attracting everyone's attention now. "Jun, please speak in a lower tone" you whispered. Feeling your cheeks heat up in embarassment. "Why?" He asked innocently. "Everyone should know how amazingly stupid, oh sorry, stupidly amazing you are! They must know I love you so much!"

"Please.... no, just don't. You are enjoying this, aren't you?" You mumbled. You hated how he made you blush so easily, that too in front of the whole canteen. This was so stupid, but Yeonjun seemed to be liking that.

Yeonjun threw his arm around your shoulder. "Come on Y/N! You can't be shy. Well, the school heart-throb is your husband now!" "What!?!" You were done with this boy. You heard gigglings around you. You shot him a dead glare.

"Yeon. Fucking. Jun. You're gonna die if you don't shut up now." You spoke loud enough just for Yeonjun to hear. "Try me" he spoke, smirking. You huffed. "I regret confessing to yo-" Before you could complete, Yeonjun pulled you by your waist and pressed his plump lips against yours. Your eyes widened in shock as your whole body froze.

Your face heated up, in few seconds, you gave in, moulding your lips with his. The entire canteen stared at you now. But that was definately negligible when Yeonjun was kissing you like there was no tomorrow. Just when you felt yourself getting lost into kiss, he pulled away. "Why would you do that?" you whinned.

"Imma see you initiating too babe. Let's see if you got the guts to kiss me here in front of everyone." Did he just challenge you? This was an ego issue then. "You can't, can you? You're still a kid." He was getting on your nerves, pushing your buttons just to get you kiss him.

And he got it, in rather unexpected way.

You grabbed his collar and pushed him onto the wall besides your table. "Woah!" He chuckled. You pinned him against the wall and attacked his lips. You kissed him rough and hungrily. Something he hadn't quite expected.

You bit and sucked his lips as you seemed to forget the surroundings. Yeonjun felt like he was over cloud nine. After seemingly getting enough of him, you pulled away; panting, lips swollen as you stared into his brown orbs.

Yeonjun's eyes glistened as he took in the breathtaking sight of you. "Gosh, Y/N!"

"That. Felt. Fucking. Amazing!"

......... .......... .........

You glared at Yeonjun as you heard faint whispers and giggles from the crowd. "We should get going Jun." You held his hand and leaded him outside. You looked at him only to find him staring at you with a teasing grin. "I didn't expect you to be so bold." You scoffed. "You were being too annoying."

"Ohh..so making my lover blush is a sin now? Fine. I won't do that anymore" he shrugged. "No, no, not like that! I didn't mean it this way!" You panicked. Yeonjun started laughing loudly. "And here I got you again Y/N."

"You love teasing more than me don't you?" You sulked. Yeonjun's smile just widened. "Aww, you're so cute when you're sulking. But, i love you so much. You know right?" He rested his forehead against yours. "I have loved you since a long time but i was afraid you may not like me back. So after you confessed, I was in heaven."

"So you decided to announce it to the whole world?" You were still mad at how embarrassingly flustered he made you. "C'mon Y/N-ah I was just messing around. Also the way you ended the scene was worth it all." You felt your cheeks heating up at his words.

"So. Is my better half ready to go on our first official date?" Yeonjun asked, holding your hand gently like those in movies. "Yes I am! But it's my treat ok? You've fed me enough already." You were practically beaming.

You finished the last bite of your ramen as you turned to Yeonjun who was waiting for you to finish. "You have no idea how happy I am Junnie. A big pressure is now off of my chest. I wasn't expecting anything from your side." Yeonjun just smiled.

"You should've told me sooner baby. I would've treated you like the queen you are, instead of wasting my time on those bitches who were just there for my face and money. Even a million of them together won't compare to you." His voice got softer at the end.

You pulled Yeonjun into a tight embrace. You had witnessed how the girls used him and left him broken. He didn't deserve any of that. You realised those memories must be playing in his mind. You just held him quietly. "I love you so much Y/N.'' He whispered. "I love you too jun" Your voice was soft with emotions.

You two happier than ever at this moment, you finally had the person you loved the most. This was the confession you two would remember forever.

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I know cheating is bad, BUT what if the reader has a really shitty boyfriend but she doesn't break up with him bc they've been dating since middle school. But then she meets Eddie (she needs weed for her stress and anxiety) and they instantly fell in love and started dating in secret. Then, her bf does something to her and Eddie flips out and beats his ass

ways to say dipshit | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> you’re in a bad relationship with your boyfriend since middle school. wanting something to get your mind in ease you meet with hawkin high’s dealer. which changed your world entirely.

eddie munson x fem! reader

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GENRE -> angst & fluff

WARNINGS -> unhealthy relationship (;reader & oc), infidelity/cheating, cussing, violence, implied assault and mentions of weed & alcohol

WC -> 4,673

a/n: first request yey !! ok so i made the boyfriend very shitty very jock asshole, i also named him eman cuz i hate men with names like that. the ones that are unmoanable ig. but i do hope you like this, anon <3

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your head was aching you for god knows how long now. you felt drowned, sort of a hazy feeling that wasn’t pleasant at all. some say senior year should be the most fun part in your highschool life, they were right for a time of course. but now, you don’t really know. the hallway was filled with students getting out of their classes, on their way to the cafeteria or whatever spot they hung out. you sighed, opening your locker, your eyes felt sunken and your whole entire body felt like it needed a quick rest before you could proceed into another hours of classes. putting in some books back in, your eyes landed to a picture pasted inside of your lock that was on top of the binder you were about to grab. it was a polaroid picture, dated way back in your last year of middle school. a picture of you and your sweet boyfriend.

shit. your throat felt dry, not liking the way how your smile was and his before. it was the highlight of your life that day, how young and stupidly inlove you were with him. yet now, it felt as if it were lacking that same spark. he was lacking that spark for you and him. you shut the locker loudly, the reminiscent of the picture bugging you and making your head hurt even more. your feet picked up a pace, you actually had an important meet-up today. one of your friends had passed the word on you that someone was selling weed just outside the school’s field. of course they’d notice how uncomfortable you were these days, said you needed something to calm the nerves. you weren’t an avid substance user like most of the students here, but you just needed something to help you wind down. just something new.

passing by a flock of students, you look up ahead to see the familiar group of jocks and their signature jackets coming in. your stomach tightened, breath becoming uneasy seeing as his face appeared from the group. a sudden courage took over you, you needed to talk to him. ask him what was going these few months and why he was avoiding you like some ghost. you knew he was snooping behind your back, every party you came with him and the girls that always sticked with him. every single damn time he neglected you in any form that you wouldn’t call this a relationship. rather something fake because your family and his were on perfect terms with each other, keeping up the appearance.

“eman.” you called out, a peer heads looked to your direction. your bag felt heavy on your shoulders as he appeared from the group. a few whispers and laughs were passed down as they patted his shoulder with some jokes about you coming in. “can we talk?” you ignored his friends. his face was dead serious, annoyed now. you gulped as he roughly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to somewhere where you two weren’t seen. a wave of anxiousness erupted as your head told you to flee at how tight his grip was making you wince. he didn’t let go as he stared down on you, the glint in his eyes telling that he wasn’t happy the way you called for him.

“what did i fucking said about talking with me in front of my friends, huh?” your mouth was zipped tight as you refused to look into his eyes. his gripped tightened making you wince, you trying to wiggle your hand out. he wasn’t like this before, he never was like this. you guessed that freshman year had a toll on him when he joined the athletic team, all wanting to be like jason fucking carver or that asshole named andy. a whole try-hard wannabe to be in the popular sea of major assholes. “you better keep that mouth clean if you got anything to say.” he warned you, knowing you’d fight back at some point of his verbal tortures.

“my family said to invite you for dinner next week. that’s all.” you roughly removed your wrist from his shit hand. your brows furrowed as disappointment was now taking over how weak you were for not telling the two of you should break it off. the pressure of your family on you stopping you. “dipshit.” you muttered, walking past him sharply. you passed by his group seeing their faces filled with amusement and snickers. you gave them the finger before quickly heading out to the school field. you were nervous each step you took until the woods came into view, all you needed was weed and nothing else. just weed and everything will be fine. spotting the little bench area, you sat down comfortably and waited for this so called dealer here. the woods looked a little creepy, sunlight was barely peaking out from the branches of leaves. your hands fiddled with each other as you waited with much eagerness and a major headache.

“if it isn’t y/l/n.” what the— your heard turned instantly to the sound of that voice. your last name being pronounced as if there was a commentator. your eyes widened a bit seeing him in all glory, eddie munson. infamous curly dry locks of brown hair and one killer style that every metalhead rocked. of course the resident dealer would be eddie fucking munson. he had a grin on his face and a eager look in his eyes. you never seen anyone that excited for a deal. you gulped, smiling awkwardly at him.

“munson.” you greeted back, voice still raspy a bit. probably from last night’s crying spells again caused by that dipshit. you knew little of eddie, other than him being a leader of a DnD club and the supposed freak, what most of your boyfriend and his friends label him. he looked fairly friendly, even cool actually. he was just like you in some way, same treatment you get for not fitting in. you sat still, staring at him with every moment as he took his leather jacket off and a worn-out lunchbox being placed in front of you. you glanced up to him, curious as ever. “is this how every deal works?“

“basically.” eddie shrugged, sitting down with a thump as he opened the metal lunchbox. you took a peek at the confines, seeing a couple of contents in there that looked like something edible you guessed. pills and herbs— ah, the weed. a sudden throb of pain erupt your curious peeking as you clutch your forehead with a sigh, gently rubbing circles on the middle until you stopped embarrassingly seeing him look at you with concern written on his face. “s-sorry. just had a bad day.”

“no worries.” he smiled. “well, basics are cash only and no receipts, obviously. if you don’t wanna do the deal now then it’s fine. and yeah, so...” he pulled out the ziplock bag containing the weed. he showed it to you as you glanced at it. “i’ll do you a half ounce for, uh.. 20. that’s plenty of good time considering you look like you need it.”

“yeah, yeah. that’s cool. 20’s fine.” you nodded, unsure really. you should’ve asked someone first before all of this. “i just smoke it, right? you know, for beginners? a joint?” you asked, mindlessly rubbing your throbbing forehead, unaware how the man in front of you was observing you so intently. knowing what caused your mood.

“yeah. whatever works with you.” eddie nodded. “just grind the buds first then roll it into a joint.” he added and tapped the weed inside the ziplock, placing it down.

your cheeks suddenly felt hot as you wanted to pinch yourself for asking too much. “and the side effects?”

“well, about at least 2 or 10 minutes if you smoke it. but it’s pretty good once you feel it kicking in. and with that headache of yours, i’m pretty sure your shitty boyfriend would be off your mind in no time.” your eyes went wide, his last sentence made you almost wanna bang your head somewhere. fuck.

“oh god, you saw that in the hallway, huh? of course, everybody saw that.” you let out a exasperated sigh, a sudden urge to choke that dipshit. “yeah, just needed something else to get him off my head.” you rolled your eyes as eddie let out a small chuckle.

“nah it’s ok, pretty sure everyone hates that fucking dweeb. he’s a try-hard, no offense. tried to say something to face yesterday which he totally got it wrong. his homies didn’t even wanna correct him.” eddie shakes his head in amusement. “should have seen his fucking face.”

“well that’s pretty much him.” you smiled, liking the way he was making you feel better.

“you should smile more.” eddie suddenly said, you were taken a back as he stared at you. “it’s that… well you have a very pretty smile.” his voiced turned soft, your cheeks heated up, the sudden thump of your heart was so surprising. you couldn’t remember when your chest felt so fuzzy in the moment for the first time in months as his eyes held a genuine look that he was telling the truth.

“well, there’s not much smiling when your dating a douchebag and being alone.” you shrugged awkwardly, looking away from him feeling a little flustered.

eddie’s expression sunk a bit. “then why not break it off with him?” he asked curiously.

“mhm, several reasons. one’s my family loves him cuz middle school dating and all, and i’m too of a pussy to tell him, i guess.” you confessed, wretched disappointment in your gut. “he’s just too fucking…” you couldn’t find the words to say, so much you might end up saying every word that related to dipshit for fuck’s sake.

“horrible? egotistical? stuck-up in the ass? look, i have very pretty compliments for a dude named eman.” you couldn’t help but laugh at his very witty words. your small laugh rang throughout the quiet woods, only eddie’s ears to hear it. his grin was wider than before, you peered at him, taking a good look at his face. he’s cute, attractive as well. his personality was the kicker of something stirring inside you. you actually liked him even though you two just had spoken now. “hey, you know for your headache. i’ll put you on a discount, 15 bucks courtesy of the dungeon master.” he bowed, giving you the ziplock.

you were stunned. already ashamed you’d taken much of his time talking about your shitty boyfriend. “no, thank you but isn’t 20 a fair price?” you insisted.

eddie rolled his eyes as he turned his head for a no. “it is a courtesy, for having a pretty neat conversation not like most people. plus, it’d be nice to have someone new to talk to, yeah?” your fist balled, there it was again. that same rhythm of the thumps of your heart. the churn of your stomach as he cocked his head to the side, still a smile on his face that made you wish that lunch wouldn’t end so soon.

“yup.” you agreed, fishing out your wallet as you grabbed the total amount. handing it to him, he accepted it with thanks. both of you stood up, knowing the bell might ring soon. the weed completely safe inside your bag. “thanks, eddie.” you waved off, your headache completely gone and just a sweet smile grazing your lips at him. eddie seemed constricted as he went ahead in front of you, stopping you from leaving for a moment, a sudden urge to ask you out.

“if you want someone to talk to. or hang with. i-i’m right here by the way. i have a gig after school, at the hideout. and we play, we get crowd actually which is dope but yeah, if you wanna come…” eddie trailed off, feeling a bit sheepish now seeing your look of awe. you couldn’t help but feel delighted that he had offered you to hang out with him. you were curious to see him play. that wouldn’t hurt a thing, right? “well, it’s ok if you don’t wanna. you know, me being a freak doesn’t really—“

“i will. and i would really like to hang out with you too, eddie.” you cut him off, eddie’s cheeks turned red and the tips of his ears felt warm seeing you so attentive with his offer.

he awkwardly scratched his chin, letting you pass by him as he followed wanting to walk beside you before the two of you got caught. “cool. cool. well it’s starts at 7:00. i got club today so some of the kids might hang along. can i pick you up?” he boldly offered, not caring if your dipshit of a boyfriend would care. but he knew he liked you right away. it confused him a bit but when he saw you sitting there, looking all gloomy and gosh your face when he made you smile. it was all perfect and he wanted it to last somehow. you were smitten yet the feeling of hesitancy made you wanna back out knowing you were still in a relationship. you were now effortlessly enjoying someone else’s company made you slightly guilty. but you deserved it, you deserved something else than your long-term dickhead of a boyfriend.

your eyelashes fluttered, you were down. “perfect. i’ll see you later?”

•••

you did not know if you were absolutely losing your mind now or that you absolutely just don’t give a shit.

most of the time, your ride before and after school was mainly eman’s car, which your family trusted him enough to be your certified driver. hence, every morning was the same different kind of atmosphere. cold and uncomfortable. which you got to get out for once had you excused yourself you wanted to walk home rather than ride with asshat. but tonight, this night you felt different as you were seated on the trunk of eddie’s van, doors open basking in the cold chilly air. the gig was not what you expected, it was different and you like the change of atmosphere. it was swell, you got to know the entirety of corroded coffin’s members and ultimately the new hellfire members eddie had tag along with. which were dropped off early considering they had curfews.

you sighed, finishing your beer, tossing it to the semi-full convenience store bag that was deemed the trashcan. your attention tore to the laughing men, saying their goodbyes in front of one of eddie’s friend’s house. a smile formed on your lips seeing as eddie had become more of himself than in school, which made you happier that you got to know this side of him. the side were it was the highlight of your night. him rocking that guitar and killing that gig he had said. you watched him all night, feeling full as ever than this morning. somehow he made you feel okay for once in a while. which struck you again with that same thumping feeling. that pleasant feeling.

“they’re getting off early?” you asked seeing as eddie approached you, hands tucked in the pockets of jacket as he sat beside you. close enough to feel slight warmth radiating from.

the brunette nodded. “curfews. i cannot relate.” he snickered.

“oh, because you’re 20?” you teased, knowing he was a repeater. for two times.

“and also because my uncle works late at night at the plant. so lucky me.” he grinned, looming over you to get a beer as well. his chest brushes against your arm for a moment, your breath steeled as he sat back over, seeing as he chuck the bottle cap off with his teeth. which looked like it hurt and so it did. “ah, shit.” eddie spat the cap somewhere, rubbing his swollen lips, completely oblivious of your heated stare. you gulped, ignoring your heart and looking away as eddie chugged the cold beer with a satisfied sigh afterwards.

“haven’t you had enough bottles this night?” you pointed out, seeing the couple of empty sixpacks laying inside his well semi-kept clean van.

eddie shrugs. “not enough. tonight’s a good night. it’s very fucking low i get to invite someone new to my gig.” he winks at you, making your cheeks heat up.

“you played very well. it’s nice to go somewhere new.” you confessed, gauging his reaction.

“nicer than jason carver’s parties?” eddie raised a brow, not believing your confession for a bit. he knew you were an avid party-goer, yet the only confusing part is that you always stayed sober other than your boyfriend.

“even nicer, munson.” you countered. “they’re not for me. at least, that’s what i realized months ago.” you shake your head, the smell of sweat then dried punch in your memories. “too crowded and every fucking jock gets to scream something or trash the entire house. then there’s bathroom problems, you gotta pee then people are having sex in there. dipshit likes to force me to come with him once in a while.” you grimaced, eddie let out a amused laugh as you turned to see him.

“you really like calling him ‘dipshit’, huh?”

“why? you got better ways to say ‘dipshit’?” you laughed as well. dipshit was the only thing you could ever utter than that asshole’s name. “i’m all ears.”

“plenty, sweetheart.” he scooted a bit closer to you, the wind blowed as you smiled at him. the breeze of the night mixing with his body warmth was comforting. your stomach was fluttering with glee, you felt tensed again. like what you always did when he let out a few flirts today. the distance between of you were scarce, shoulders and arms touching each other. each movement of his knees brushing against yours softly made you want to scream loudly what he was doing to you.

“you should break off with him.” eddie suddenly blurt out. the alcohol in his veins making him more braver than ever.

your eyes widened letting out a sigh. “i already said that i can’t, ed—“

“then try. you deserve someone better, you know? you’re not just some fucking guy’s chick and everything, all controlling you. there’s other people who’d treat ya right.” eddie’s voice turned serious. you watch his face seeing the seriousness he was radiating. but he was correct, you deserve someone better. yet, who exactly?

“bullshit, as far as i know i’m already labeled a freak in their eyes. so who would treat me right?” you frowned, knowing most of the time you were treated as a nobody by that dipshit.

“then welcome to my world. maybe even a fellow freak can treat you right.” he suggested, sipping his beer until the contents went straight to his stomach.

you didn’t know if he was joking or not. “why? is it you?” you laughed.

“yeah.”

you felt your whole body turn into ice. you glanced at him seeing his eyes were staring at you. gaping, waiting for you to say something. your lips felt dry, you did not know what to say. panic was now on the top of your mind. he liked you? did he really like you? or is this just some joke he’ll say afterwards. you blinked, eddie noticed your disbelief as he licked his lips in anticipation. “i’m serious.”

oh wow. you stuttered, cheeks glowing again. “eddie, i—“

“no look, i know this is bad. but everyone can see how that dweeb treats you. i know what you deserve and maybe i want you to give me a chance.” he confessed, with much genuineness in his voice. he wanted you. he really did. ever since he had spied a bit on you every class you took with him. every time you’d leave off in the hallway disappointed wishing it was him you laid your eyes on and not that boyfriend you deemed. he liked you and he did get the opportunity to hung out with you because of a drug deal. and he would go for it, he just didn’t give a shit you were in a shitty relationship. “i really fancy you, y/l/n.” his voice turned quiet, making you feel the shiver ripple down along your spine. a moment of silence filled the gaps, you stared at him, thinking of something. what to do, what to say, how to respond or kiss him, even better.

“edds…” you begun softly. eddie’s chest tightened, your tone different knowing it’s a gamble between rejection or not. you let out a shaky laugh, knowing what you really want. “fuck. ok.” you turned your body to face him. eddie stood still, lips open and cheeks tinted with red. “i like you too munson, i really do. but…”

“but—?” that we just officially met today. you wanted to tell him but that wasn’t important. his constant glances from your lips to your eyes were killing you. he was so eager looking, so full of hope and fuck,

screw it.

you grabbed the collar of his denim vest, shoving him to your height. he yelped comedically yet shut off when your lips pressed to his. eddie’s whole heart was going to combust, he kissed back. with more eagerness than yours. he fantasied this, the moment you came with him to his gig and your conversations this night, he fantasied a lot of things about you. your mouth mapped his, he felt like a piece of a missing puzzle finally solved him as he adjusted himself to grant more access into your mouth. his greedy hands groped the sides of your waist as your arm encircled his neck. you didn’t know how or when you were laid back now on his van, the doors closed for privacy but with him above you, kissing your neck down to your exposed skin. everything you had on your mind was flown out, now only him. even the guilt you knew you would have in the following days to pass would haunt you.

but it was worth it.

•••

a week passed since that faithful night. you were better, much more cheerful than the half of your senior year. you and eddie had been secretly hanging out or rather dating now. it was easy enough, nobody cared for the two of you especially your so called boyfriend. eddie was absolutely fine with it and he knows you did plan to break it off officially with the dipshit now. but the guilt did tripped you over for a few days, yes it felt wrong in someway that you were snooping behind eman’s back, but you would never forget how he started it first. it was at a party, and of course the bathroom incident is what led you to knowing he was fucking with other girls. everything transpired there to your weed you bought from eddie completely forgotten and in return you were dating an actual person who’d give a fuck about you.

“eddie.” you softly warned, shoving his face off your neck, stopping his kisses. “eddie, please we’re in a classroom.”

“an empty classroom.” he added, chuckling as he pressed a kiss on your lips. you groaned, reciprocating it with fervor. he smiled as he pulled away leaving you a bit annoyed. the pep rally was today and he was wearing hellfire’s signature shirts. and this was the day you planned on breaking it off the long term relationship you sorely hated. all you needed was one big confrontation and that is it. walk away and never look back.

“today’s the day. and i cannot afford to dally this shit longer.” you sighed as he nodded, opening the door for you.

“it will be fine. i’m right by you when he does some shit to you, okay?” he reassured, kissing your cheek as you nodded. every nerve inside your body went aflame as your feet stopped and spotted eman by the group on the corner table. filled with jocks and a familiar face, lucas? your brows furrowed seeing the hellfire member but dismissed it as you called out eman’s attention. oh, he was annoyed again. like every single time and you were done with it. he tried to say something but you guided him to the corner of the loud cafeteria for more of a privacy and a view for eddie.

“what?” he asked, your arms were crossed and you stood your ground for once now.

“i want out.” you said. “i want this— whatever relationship we have to end now. you know more than i do you don’t like me anymore.” your tone was hard, commanding even. putting up the shit he threw upon you.

his eyes widened a bit. “what the fuck are you saying? do you know how my parents would be disappointed if i drop you, huh?”

“what the fuck does that matter? you treated me like shit and snooped behind my back. our years together since middle doesn’t matter. so yes, i know what i’m saying.” you held in your breath seeing his nostrils flair.

“it’s that freak, huh? that freak munson. yeah, i know what you were doing. hell, i’m not fucking breaking up with you just because you want to fuck with some freak!” he yelled, you took a step back, suddenly all heads turned towards the two of you. eddie even almost leaped out of his seat. eman noticed it and he tried to grab your wrist to pull you away somewhere more private but you were afraid. the grip on your wrist was a clear indicator he can do more than just verbally assault you. “let’s go. or i’ll fucking shove your head if you don’t comply.”

“get the fuck off me. get the fuck off me!” you shouted feeling as his grip was tight making you wince. you tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. the fear in your eyes turned into tears as you hit him hard on the chest. the cafeteria was silent seeing the scene. eddie stood up so fast from his seat that dustin and gareth started shouting his name to come back. he was absolutely fuming seeing you in distress, his ring cladded hand balled into a fist, he snarled and lunge at your ex-boyfriend, punching him on the face with a loud thud making the dweeb stumble to his ass, nose bleeding and the rings making the asshole’s head hurt probably. you didn’t care. everyone gasped at the scene. your eyes widened as the hold on your wrist was released, you stumbled back as one of the people coming in comforted you.

“never fucking touch her again, dipshit.” eddie warned seeing as the jock wanted to fight, he tried to get up on his knees to lunge at eddie. you were almost going to jump back in to save your boyfriend’s ass but one of the varsity member came in and stopped the fucking dumbshit from doing damage any further. eddie yelled at him for a while as a teacher was now called to the scene making eddie walk to your side with a complete grin on his face. everyone witnessed it and soon enough the dipshit was escorted out of the cafeteria. you sighed in relief, the comfort of eddie’s hand behind your back was soft as he guided you towards hellfire’s table. a couple of questions of concerns thrown at you but you were okay. you were actually okay.

“you’re insane, eddie.” you rubbed your forehead, feeling a slight throb. eddie laughed as dustin and the others were following the amusement as well.

“most of the time, sweetheart.” eddie shrugged as he gestured you to sit down with a laugh, heart heavy for this stupid man.

“hey, freak!” jason’s voice caught all of your attentions. eddie sweared underneath his breath, preparing maybe for another brawl. “nice punch.” jason merely said before sitting back down then uttering something to his fellow jocks.

“somebody had to smack that dipshit for once for fuck sakes.”

this was fun to write ngl

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #fnhrlcllnwrites

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Hi It's me from the Tiktok,I Have this Headcanon On Tot Boys Being a Dad Like I'm Sure Artem is gonna Spoil His Children ESPECIALLY Marius Like The moment he hears His Child Mumbling About "Wow This Kitty plushie looks cute" and He be Like "Then Get em" he might Also Buy the Whole Store(I wish a had a marius in my life) AND for Luke,Like i think he's gonna be A Chill Dad yk Like Setting a prank together with his child and do cute Stuff y'all Mostly go out to Have a Family Bonding Since Luke is Busy being a Detective (a hot One) and lastly Vyn i think He's the Type of that Who Enjoy Reading his Children a Story When it's Bedtime and he's the type to also Gossip with his Children like "Dad there's this Kid-" and he go like "C'mere Tell me all about Ur school and stuff" LIKE ISN'T CUTEEE and While Us Just Watching Them Interact and Smiling like an Idiot, anyways This is just What i had in mind ofc ur free to Say no to my Idea But Yeah That's All,Hope you have a good Rest!🖤

Father, May I?

NXX boys as dads</333

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Genre: fluff ofc but I'm adding angst parts after every story bcs it's my specialty duhh(I WAS BORED SORRYYY)

A/N: BESTIE UR A GENIUS THIS IS RLLY CUTE TOO😭😭😭 IMMA HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS ONE TYVM SRY IF I REPLY TOO LATE SCHEDULES PRETTY TIGHT</333 also i might make this into 2 parts bcs it might take long idk depends if I finish this quickly!! Sorry for the wait<3

Vyn Richter

This man is literally A DUKE of a kingdom LITERALLY LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME HE WONT GO ALL OUT FOR HIS PRINCESS</333

He doesn't rlly flex it often in the stories (except when he literally showed to their faces that only he had an invitation to that one Pluto cruise ship lmao

Speaking of cruise ships, he'd definitely be renting/buying a whole cruise ship for your daughter's birthday or if she's not into those, he'll arrange for her birthday party in the ballroom in their castle/family mansion in Svart

Honestly, he never wanted to ever come back to Svart if it wasn't for his little princess</33

You told her a bedtime story saying that her dad is a king and you're actually a queen which makes your daughter a princess

The story was supposed to make her sleepy but she ended up getting too excited and literally begging her father(Vyn) if they can come to their castle (he didn't agree at first, hesitant onto how the people of Svart and most importantly, his father woulf react but who cares his child wanted to go there so why not🙄)

Yeah with that said, after that, he just went on a spoiling spree on his daughter but he won't overdo it ofc🤷‍♀️ He doesn't want her to turn into someone condescending and just a bad person as a whole and with that kind of raising technique of his, she grows up into such a sweet girl and he sometimes can't help but smile stupidly with how his daughter resembles her mom so much 😭

Angst part

Ok so me and a friend of mine had this hc where like I forgot most of it but it was just how if Vyn decides to leave you and come back to Svart (he doesn't know that you have a child together so u ended up raising your daughter alone)

Can you imagine the shock on his face when he passes by the house he used to live with you in Stellis, only to see you playing in the rose filled garden with a little girl

You turn around to the sound of your name being called, hesitant but you still did it as you recognized his voice. He stood in front of you in formal attire, looking down on you with a soft glimmer in his eyes, seemingly shocked and feeling guilty

He asks you why you didn't tell him about your daughter but you immediately interrupted him saying that he never gave you a chance to speak

If you let him in your lives again, he'll make sure that his daughter lives the best life, guilty with how he almost made her live the same childhood as him</3

But even after the second chance you gave him, you desperately picked up the broken pieces of your heart from the ground as you tear up at the sight of the father of your children and the King of Svart, Vyn, being wedded to a woman on equal footing as him.

Artem Wing

Mkay so first of all, uhm TWINS?? Lets say it's a boy and a girl. Well the girl resembles you in EVERY way possible. She's stubborn asf but determined with whatever she puts her mind into. She sometimes pushes his brother into doing stuff he loves like inspiring him yk??

Her brother tho, she's like Artem lmao💀 He's usually calm and silent in a corner somewhere doing arts and crafts while his sister is in the middle of the room singing twinkle twinkle little stars from the bottom of her heart

You'd think that the sister would be the protector between the two of em but it's actually your son. He's kinda timid and shy but he won't tolerate any unjust actions towards his dear sister</3 (You nudge Artem and chuckle at how much your son resembled your husband</33)

When it comes to what your children want, like toys, clothes etc, I wouldn't say that he'll buy anything they want (that's a lie he actually buys them whatever they want when you're not within the vicinity lmao)

It usually goes like this, your daughter is asking Artem to buy both of em something because their friends have it and he'll usually refuse when you're there but the moment you go out to buy groceries, you'd just end up dropping the bags of grocery you had with you the moment you come home as you lay your eyes on the newly bought bikes that looks expensive asf in front of your home LMAOOOO

Yall remember that one personal story where he spent millions for us during the investigation?? He'd def do that to you and your children

They aren't even born yet and he's already having your house renovated for their rooms, already buying shit ton of toys, going to the mall ONLY for food and suddenly, hes calling you over to ask if this little baby onesie would look cute on your children</3

There is no Angst part. I mean, ITS LITERALLY ARTEM WING. HES THE GREENEST OF THE GREEN FLAGS MY BOY HAS NO FLAWS.

Luke Pearce

Also twins ngl. Energetic ones at that

Twin girls?? Absolutely (do yall know the fanarts of Lukerosa with this daughter named xiaxia😭😭😭)

Well lets just pretend theres two xiaxia's here

Anyway, he's like those uncle/grandmas that give you chocolate or money in secret when your parents aren't looking

Like maybe before you all eat dinner, daughter 1 is already hungry and is sulking bcs you didnt let her have a bite of the ice cream and here comes papa Luke to the rescue, passing her a piece of chocolate discreetly 😭

Gives your daughters piggy back rides especially when going out to family night outs or when just going to the park to have a little picnic. Or at weekend nights when you're both not working, you're all in the living room laughing softly at the 3 of em seeing them dance in the middle of the room to some children's music

OH AND ARRON IS DEFINITELY SUCH A CUTE UNCLE TO THEM OMGGG hes giving them plushies, money...toy guns..(as soon as Luke found out about it, he's immediately banned from coming over lmao/j)

Hes vv soft to his princesses but he isn't too soft that he gives them everything. I'm not rlly sure but I think he'd like practice disciple with wanting stuff like, 'Do you want the chocolate or the animal plushie? If you get the chocolate, it wouldn't last very long but if you get the plushie, you'll have it forever!'

Goes to your childhood home sometimes to hang out in the attic where you and Luke used to play in and introduces your girls to Sherlock Holmes</3

(DRESSES THEM UP AS JOHN WATSON N SHERLOCK HOLMES😭😭😭😭)

Just the best dad overall tbh

Angst part<333

He was very hesitant with having children with you with the thing abt his life and his line of work but the moment that he sees the smile on your face slowly dissipate and turn into a look of gloom, he feels guilty for even hesitating for a moment and immediately hugs you

He knows he won't be around for a while so even if he really wants to give your children proper discipline, there are moments where he just spoils them to their hearts content

Sometimes at night, he sits alone in the balcony of your own home and he smiles softly knowing that you now have little angels to look after you once the time comes.

The burden of all of these dawns on him tho. Like, what would your daughters feel like when they realize their dad's gone? What if his work as a spy results in his family getting hurt? Or worse, what if one of them gets pulled into the NXX stuff?

There are times where guilt and despair overwhelms him so pls go easy on him amd always give him cuddles<33

Your touch used to bring him comfort but why is it that when you brushed your hand against his face to wipe his tears away as you laid half conscious in his arms, it brought an overwhelming sense of fear and guilt?

He hugs your body closer to him as tears fell continously from his face, hurting at how his princesses will probably have to grow up without parents.

Marius von Hagen

He spoils them. No negotiations, no questions asked.

He has a son too btw!! (his son hates him lmao)

Your son hates it when his dad hogs or steals all your attention which then ends up having a mini Marius sulking and hugging your legs asking you with a pout if you love Marius more than him LMAOOOO

I forgot where I read this but I think its the personal story???? idk i forgot Where the cat sneaks in to his home and just hates him overall

Your son would def wanna keep the cat and claim that the cat is now his "accomplice"

Yea but with all that aside, Marius is definitely soft for his son</333 He inherited everything of his dad but he has your eyes which makes him more vulnerable to puppy dog eyes of your son when he asks his dad to get him something

He's well aware of his footing in society so he knows how to stand up to himself well. Or if paparazzi surrounds you, poor baby would scream at them and tell them how he hates them for making his mom(you) have a hard time

Surprisingly, the reporters feel bad and start making way for the three of you to go home

Marius is definitely proud of him for standing up for himself and his mom. Speaking of that, he's another sucker for his kid when you're away. You could literally blink and the moment you open your eyes again, there's suddenly a mountain of toys around u lmao

Angst part

Marius is also very aware of how dangerous it is to live in front of the camera and being exposed to the judging eyes of the public so he tries his absolute best to keep you both safe. Including with scandals, where it's said that PAX CEO Marius von Hagen is having an affair with someone else while having a family of his own. His heart breaks into a million pieces as he looks down on his son thats literally crying and hitting his leg with little to no force because of how hard he was crying.

Hes cursing his own dad on why he has the guts to make u cry like that. His last straw snaps as tears swell into his own eyes as he bends down to pick up your crying son and he hugs him tightly.

He considered leaving PAX and having someone else run it seeing how bad of an effect it left to his family but you begged him to stay there seeing how important the company is but what you didnt expect was that he'll someday put his company first before his family.

A/N:I think i kept turning away from the og plot im so sorry😭😭😭 i made this at 12 last night bcs i couldnt sleep so m sorry if it does look too good💀💀

I also just went with it and did all of em lmao I WAS ALSO HUNGRY WHILE MAKING THIS SO THATS PROLLY WHY I WAS STRAYIMG FROM THE PLOT LMAOOOOO

#artem wing #artem x mc #artem x you #luke pearce #luke pearce x mc #luke pearce x reader #marius von hagen #marius x mc #marius x reader #tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn x reader #vyn richter x reader #tears of themis vyn

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mollymauktealeef · 11 months

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Self Rec Tag Game

tagged by the wonderful @hello-eeveev!!

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

1.something you absolutely adore

a winter's crest detour [mature, caleb/essek]

the idea for this fic actually went through two different fandoms before coming to light in critical role. i'd signed up for a christmas hallmark movie prompt thing and sadly didn't get my pick, so i left cause i got unreasonably attached to this one idea and so it came with me as i moved into another fandom where about 10k got written before the muse abandoned me until shadowgast ate my life and here we are. its probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written, purely created for moi and i love it, bonus other people seemed to like it too! woo!

2. something that was challenging to create

the edge of the blade [teen, caleb/essek]

a full YEAR in the making, this is my biggest, longest, most EVERYTHING fic. i love it, i had so much fun writing it but boy was it hard work. the time, the energy that went into this. i really challenged myself to dig deep for essek's emotions and insecurities and i'm really proud of how it turned out. i definitely improved as a writer because of the challenges this fic liked to throw at me

3. something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably)

long may they reign chapter 3 [gen, caleb/essek]

not gonna lie this is one of my comfort fics that i re-read of my things that always makes me feel better. i love the dynamic of being so comfortable and in love that the simplest acts of affection become automatic and the realisation of those acts can lead to a deeper sense and understanding of that love. i'm a sucker for the old married couple troupe.

4. something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

keep me warm [explicit, caleb/essek]

listen i am not a smut writer, it is not one of my strengths, it's very difficult for me and even the smallest scene requires days/weeks/months of writing cause i just struggle with it so damn much, (maybe she's (gnc) born with it, maybe its maybelline the aroace of it all). the idea for this fic just grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go so i put word to document and it actually came out alright, i was pleasantly surprised that i actually managed to put what was in my head into the fic in a very good way so very proud of myself for it

5. something you want other people to see

act i. the interloper [gen, caleb/essek]

ok ok ok i know i haven't finished parts 2 and 3 yet, YET! but i love how this series is shaping up even though it has grown beyond the teeny tiny wee fun little three part fluff ball it was meant to be into something so big and with feelings, think fluff ball the size of one of those stupidly big plastic tourist attractions they've got out in america. i love looking into old courting practices and seeing what would fit and connect with the culture of the drow and just being able to explore different aspects of their relationship and the important moments to them as well. part three especially has me a little teary cause its gonna be so gosh darn sweet so yeah, stay tuned i am writing it, its just bigger than originally designed lol

tag you're it: @aithilin, @mollymawkwrites, @ruvigapo, @mardyart, @glossolali mwah! show off your goods and wares darlings!!

#tag games #tag you're it #critical role #shadowgast

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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No More Lies

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- Angst, fight/argument, sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

I rush down the hallway towards the set where Wooyoung's photoshoot is being held

My best friend, the idol

Lately he's been asking me to come to more and more shoots and I always say yes

He's kept me kinda away from his members so I don't really know any of them too well

I met them the first time about three months ago when I went to a photo shoot

I don't know why he didn't want me to meet them before

He's been in ATEEZ for three years already but he always hung out with me alone

But I'm not making a big deal out of it

I'm just happy he's asking me to come to more things for ATEEZ now

Stepping onto the set, I find him sitting in the middle of the room on a couch with his members

I start heading towards them

"Yeah right", Wooyoung snorts, "I would never fuck Joanne"

I stop a few feet away from him

What did he say?

"Really? You never thought to have sex with your best friend who's a girl?", One of them, I think it's Yeosang, asks

"Eew no. Have you seen her?", Wooyoung answers like he's grossed out

My heart falls to my feet and I quickly hide behind the rack of clothes nearby

"I mean she's nerdy yeah but she's pretty", San says

"Maybe to you. Not me. I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole"

I can't believe he's saying this

It's the opposite of everything he ever said when we're together

"She does seem kind of a dork", Seonghwa adds

"She is totally a dork. All she does is study and she doesn't know how to have any fun"

That's so not true!

Yeah I study a lot but that's because I'm going to be an exotic vet

I need to study

I have hard bio and medical classes

And I do know how to have fun

Him and I have fun all the time

Although now I think he's just been lying to me

"Wooyoung this is your best friend you're talking about!", Hongjoong scolds

He shrugs, "She's my best friend from childhood and honesty I feel sorry for her. It's why I haven't invited her to things up until the past few months"

That's the reason why he's kept me away from his idol world

He's ashamed of me

I feel like I can't breathe

Not only is every he said when we sleep together a lie but it seems like our whole friendship is a lie

"Then you wouldn't care if Jongho asks her out?", Yunho asks

"What?", he says, while I think it

"Jongho likes her. He thinks she's really pretty and nice. He would never ask you if you're ok with him dating her but since you're saying all this, I'm asking for him"

I don't want Jongho

Yes he's very sweet and shy and cute but Wooyoung is who I want

Who I stupidly fell in love with

"She wouldn't know what to do with a guy if she ever did get one", he snaps

I thought I did but I guess all the times he told me I felt good, what I was doing was amazing was a lie

I guess I was just easy sex for him

And it's devastating

"So no I'd never sleep with her. She's kinda pathetic", Wooyoung continues, "And I don't suggest Jongho try either. She has no experience and he'll regret it"

I bite my lip to keep from crying

I guess he regrets it too if he's saying that

"And anyway, I got my eye on Ara. She's hot and I wouldn't mind fucking her."

"God is sex all you think about?", Hongjoong snaps

"No. I think I may ask Ara on a date. See where it goes "

He likes Ara?

One of the hairstylists?

I haven't seen him give any interest in her

He never talks about her to me

But then again I don't really know him anymore

Especially not after this

I need to leave

I can't listen to anymore

I practically run from behind the rack back into the hallway

Going as quickly as I can, I head for the exit, shoving the door open when I get there

I beeline for my car and as soon as I'm in it, the tears burst from my eyes

I can't believe that's how he really thinks of me

He never wanted me

I didn't expect him to have feelings for me but I hoped

I was an idiot

I take out my phone, my hands shaking as I type a text to him

"Hey Woo. I can't make it today. A project was suddenly sprung on us in class and I have to meet with my partner, Han, to talk about how we're going to handle the assignment. Sorry"

After sending the text, I throw my car in drive and head home

I have to keep wiping my eyes because the tears don't stop

I wish I wasn't crying, I wish what he said didn't bother me

Didn't hurt

No such luck

My phone goes off when I open the door to my apartment

"Oh that sucks. I miss you and wanted to hang out after the shoot. Next time then"

I just send back an, "Ok", then head to my room, laying on my bed

Putting my head in my pillow, I let the tears fall, crying my heart out

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I stare at my phone

It's been a week since I ran from Wooyoung

A week since I've been pulling away from him

But today he sent me a text asking me to come to another photo shoot tomorrow

I'm not going

I can't be around him right now

Maybe ever

I have to stay away

He doesn't want me

He feels sorry for me and that's why he's continuing this friendship

And he wants Ara

I decided to distance myself more and more

This way he won't be burdened with me and he can go after the girl he really wants

I can let him be happy without any interference from me

I just have to figure out how without causing suspicion

I came up with an idea that's dumb but may still work

"I can't Woo. I actually have a date. With my boyfriend", I text back, hoping he buys it

"Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend?", he immediately texts back

I already have an answer prepared

"Last week. It's my partner for that projected I had last week. Han. He asked me out that day and I said yes"

"Wow. That's great Jo"

Yeah of course he'd be happy that I have someone else

Now he can ask out Ara without worrying about me

God this fucking hurts

Tears spring to my eyes as I type, "Thanks Woo. He's a really nice guy and I hope it works out"

"It will. Have fun tomorrow 😉"

I send a thumbs up, then toss my phone on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest

He didn't even care

Not one word out what would happen with us

No regret that we can't be together anymore

But then again, what did I expect after I heard what he really thinks about me?

He's probably happy to pass me off to some other guy so he doesn't have to deal with me anymore

It hurts

I didn't only lose the guy I love, I lost my best friend

Who I guess, in reality wasn't my best friend anyway

Or I wasn't his

Laying down in bed, I just stare at the wall, tears falling down my face

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Four months later

Wooyoung POV

"Wanna hang out after work?", I text her, hoping she says yes

I haven't seen her in months

Not since she said she got together with Han

I miss her

And yeah, I get we can't sleep together anymore but that doesn't mean I want all contact to stop

We can still hang out like we used to before sex became involved

And I'm also suspicious that she's lying to me

She uses the Han excuse every time I ask her to hang out

And I ask her often because I miss her

A few times I've seen her out and alone when she's supposedly with Han

Walking into a cafe, alone

Crossing the street to her apartment, alone when she was supposed to be at his place

At her job when she told me she was going to be with him all night

She works in a Starbucks so it's not like I was stalking her

But depending on her answer, I will or will not be

"I can't. I'm going to Han's. Spending the night there", she answers

I call bullshit

"Oh alright", I answer, "Maybe next time"

"Yeah. Next time", she replies

"Yeah for sure. Next time", I text

She sends a smiley face to end the conversation

I get up from my bed and walk out of the dorm to Yunho's car

I already asked him to borrow it so it's fine

Getting in it, I drive to her job

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I'm seething

As I suspected, she's not with Han

If Han is even real

I followed her from her job at Starbucks

She walked home, the Starbucks a few blocks away and I followed in the car

I parked across the street from the apartment door so I can see if she leaves

An hour after she got home, a food delivery comes to the door and it was for her

She came down, in her PJs and got the food

After another hour, I saw her leave again, with a big dog on a leash I've never seen before

A pitbull

When did she get a dog?

She took the dog around the corner of her apartment building and she came back twenty minutes later

She and the dog went inside and she hasn't come out in over a half an hour

It's nine now and she's definitely not going out

With anyone

Opening the door to the car, I get out, slam the door closed and lock it

Then I stalk to the door to the building, pulling the door open

I'm so fucking mad

I take the elevator to the third floor, get to her door and pound on it

She needs to explain to me why she lied

I'm not leaving until she does

She opens the door, shocked to see me

"Wooyoung?"

"You lied to me", I say evenly, walking in her apartment, her huge dog barking at me

Gotta admit, the pitbull is scary

"Nnnn...no I didn't", she answers, closing the door

"Shush Noodle", she scolds and yeah ok, that's a cute dog name

Maybe not for that dog though

But not why I'm here

"Bed", she says and Noodle turns, going straight to his bed in the living room, whining

She turns back to me and I confront her

"Yes you did Joanne. You said you were gonna be with Han all night and instead you're here. Alone"

"We uh....we broke up"

I raise my eyebrow

She has to know how fake that sounds

"No you didn't. I doubt you were ever together with him"

She narrows her eyes, "What the fuck Wooyoung? You don't know anything!"

"I know you've lied to me before. I've seen you when you were "with Han", I say, using finger quotation marks, "You weren't with him then and you weren't today"

"How the fuck do you know?"

"Because I followed you!", I exclaim, trying not to get angry

But it's hard

She's blowing me off and I don't know why

I didn't do anything

"I followed you. From when you were still working. I saw you leave, I saw you come in here by yourself, I saw you go downstairs to pay for the delivery. I saw you walk your dog that I didn't know you had. You were never going to see Han today"

"Wow way to be fucking creepy Wooyoung", she snaps

I'm not letting her change the subject

I know it was creepy but there wasn't any way I could find out

She just would of lied to my face

"Why are you ignoring me? Every time I ask you to hang out or to come to a photo shoot, hell anything, you blow me off. Why?"

"I was with-"

"Don't lie to me!", I snap, my anger finally breaking through

How can she lie to my face after everything I just told her?

"Tell me the truth Joanne! Don't lie! I never lied to you!"

Fury fills her eyes, "Yes you did! You lied to me for months!"

I stare at her in confusion

What the hell is she talking about?

I never lied to her

"No I haven't. Stop trying to change the subject"

"You lied to me", she snarls, "Telling me things when we...we slept together that you didn't mean"

I literally have no idea what she's talking about

Everything I ever said I meant

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't lie about anything"

"I heard you!", she yells, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes

She's gonna cry?

Why?

What is happening?

"You heard me?", I ask, trying to get to the bottom of this

"Yes Wooyoung. I heard you. What you said to your members about me"

What I said?

I didn't say anything

I don't talk about her to them

She's just mine, I don't want to share her with them

"Joanne, you're going to have to tell me what you're talking about because I honestly don't know"

"I heard what you told them! That I was ugly. That you wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. You laughed and agreed with one of them who said I was such a dork and a nerd. You said "yeah all she does is study, she doesn't know how to have fun"

The memory of that day slams into my head

Oh fuck

She heard me

That's why she texted me and said she couldn't come to the photo shoot

She was there

Then she left?

Fuck

"Remember now? You said you'd never have sex with me, that I was just your nerd best friend from childhood that you felt sorry for. You said I wouldn't know what to do with a guy if I ever got one"

I did say that

But it was to get them off my back

It was the fourth photo shoot in a row she was coming to and they were harassing me about having a crush on her

I didn't want anyone to know I was with her or know about my feelings for her

She was the one thing that was just mine, the one thing not tainted by the media, not tainted by the idol lifestyle and I wanted to keep her for myself

If I told them about her, then they'd want to hang out with her and it wouldn't just be me and her anymore

"You said I'm pathetic and that Jongho would regret being with me. Apparently I suck at sex"

That's not true

I said that so Jongho wouldn't go near her

She's mine

I didn't want him taking her away from me

"I heard you talk about Ara. How you liked her and wanted to ask her out. Wanted to fuck her"

Of course I don't want Ara

I want her but I'm terrified to tell her that

I never had these deep feelings for any girl I went out with

I never fell in love before

And I did with my best friend

I didn't know how to handle that and I still don't

But all this time, I missed her so much, wishing she was with me

Just laying next to me, in my arms

I haven't really been happy since she disappeared

"You lied every time we were together. The things you said.....how good it was, how I was the best you ever been with, how pretty I am, it's all lies", she shouts, tears rolling down her face, "And still, I left for you! So you didn't have to worry about being friends with a pathetic loser. So you could be with Ara and be happy!"

I shake my head

Ara would never make me happy

Ara isn't her

"And still you fucking text me asking me to hang out when I know you don't want to. That you're only doing it because you feel bad for me", she snaps, "And you have the fucking nerve to come here and tell me I lied to you?"

I don't say anything because I'm shocked and still taking everything she said in

"Get out", she snarls

"No", I shake my head

I can't leave

Not now

I have to explain everything to her

I hurt her and I didnt mean to

I have to fix this

"Leave Wooyoung"

"No Jo. Please listen to me"

"Why should I? You're just going to lie to my face"

"I'm not Jo. I'm going to tell you the truth", I tell her, "I lied to them. To the guys. They were making fun of me, about having a crush on you since that was the fourth photo shoot you were coming to in a row. I wanted them to stop so I said all those things to get them off my back"

She snorts through her tears, "Yeah ok. Sure"

I shake my head, "It's true. Of course I don't think your pathetic or your a nerd or a loser or you don't know how to have fun. I know you know what to do with a guy because you've done it with me. I said that Jongho would regret being with you because I didn't want him to go after you"

"Why not? You didn't want me. You wanted Ara"

"No I don't!", I exclaim, "I don't want Ara! I want you"

She stares at me for a few seconds in silence

Then, "You must think I was born fucking yesterday or something to believe that"

"I'm telling the truth! I only said those things to them because you're only mine! You're not theirs, not the media's, not ATINYS'. You're mine and if I told them about you then you wouldn't be mine anymore. They'd want to hang out with you, the media could get pictures of you, ATINY would find out about you and that would take you from me. I want you to only be mine"

"What are you talking about? Nothing you're saying makes sense. Why would you care about people finding out about me if you don't care about me?"

"I do care about you Joanne", I say frustratedly

"No you don't"

"I fucking love you", I shout, shock all over her face, "I'm in love with you ok? And I didn't know how to handle it. And at the time the guys were teasing me and the only way I could think of to get them off my back was to say that shit to them"

She just shakes her head and I'm desperate for her to believe me

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never wanted that.", I apologize, "I want you. I love you so much. I miss you so much it's driving me crazy. I'm only happy when I'm with you"

"I don't believe you", she says

"Then believe what you feel", I tell her

Taking her hand, I pull her to me, kissing her, pouring all my love into that kiss

She lets my tongue in her mouth, and I touch mine to hers, chills running down my spine

I drown in her kiss and I don't want to be saved

I kiss her for a few minutes, then we both pull away

I down at her, in her brown eyes, anxiously waiting for her to say something

Her hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me back for another kiss

I willingly go, gluing my lips to hers, my tongue to hers

Her arms move around my neck, my move around her waist, pulling her against me

The kiss turns heated, both of us moaning softly

Bending down, I pick her up, her legs going around me as I walk to her bedroom

Once inside, I kick the door closed, getting her on her bed

She pulls me on top of her, her hands going under my shirt, fingers running along my back, heating every nerve

We quickly discard each other's clothes until we're both naked

I move in-between her legs, laying on top of her, kissing her again

I never want to stop kissing her

She moves her hips against me, rubbing against my hard on, getting me wet

Fuck, I just want to be with her

Moving my length to her, I push my head in first, then slowly sink into her, inch by inch

I moan in her mouth, feeling her tight pussy open just wide enough for me, hugging me tightly

"Wooyoung", she moans, her body arching into mine when I bury all in

"Oh fuck princess", I groan, feeling her throb hard on me already, drenching me in her creamy juice, "God you feel so fucking good. I missed you so much"

"I missed you Woo", she says softly

Pulling out, I thrust back in, over and over until I get a good pace going

And I'm in fucking heaven

"Fuck princess, you're so good for me. The best for me", I tell her, pressing kisses into her neck

"Woo", she moans and fuck me, I Iove hearing her say my name

"I meant everything I ever said to you baby", I assure her, "Every single word. You are the best, perfect. You're so fucking beautiful, I can't take it. I can't stop staring at you. I swear everything I said was true. You're my perfect everything. I love you"

She moans loudly, her fingers digging into my back as I bury inside her perfect cunt again and again

I go a little harder, going deeper, my head hitting her spot

"Wooyoung!", she cries, pleasure all over her face

"Fuck yes, say my name baby. Fuck I missed hearing my name in you're beautiful voice"

She clenches on my cock hard and after a few more hits to her spot, she screams my name, coming all over my cock

Intense pleasure hits me so hard as I gasp, feeling her orgasm

So fucking good

I missed this so much

"Again", I whisper, fucking her through it and continuing to pound into her

"God, baby", she moans, her hand sliding in the back of my hair, pulling hard

"Don't run from me again baby", I whimper, kissing along her collarbone, "Please baby. I...fuck...I was so fucking devastated when you told me you had a boyfriend. It was torture not seeing you, not hearing your voice, seeing your smile. Please princess, don't disappear again. I want you so bad. I love you"

"I...", she whispers in my ear, "I love you Wooyoung"

My heart explodes in pure joy, smiling against her soft skin

"I want you Woo. I want to be with you"

"You are baby", I assure her, "You're mine"

She nods, holding me tightly against her, "Please Woo, don't hurt me again"

"Never baby", I promise her, "I never will again. I swear. Never"

She nods, "Kiss me"

Lifting my head, I crashed my lips into hers, kissing her deeply

I move my arms on either side of her head, hovering over her, burying inside her at a fast pace, hitting her spot every time

I know everything she likes and I'm going to do it all for her

Make her cum over and over

Make everything up to her

Today and everyday after that

Moving one hand to her breast, I squeeze, moaning in her mouth as I feel how soft it is

How hard her nipple is against my hand

Pinching her nipple, I play with it, roll it around as I fuck her into the bed, feeling her soak me

She's so close, holding my cock in a vice grip

"Cum on my cock baby", I urge her

"Fuck Wooyoung!", she shouts, her body shaking under me, her cunt going crazy on my cock as my brain shuts off from the bliss

Good God, her orgasms never cease to give me so much pleasure

When she finishes, I pull out, laying down and burying my tongue in her pussy, tasting her sweet cum

"Fuck", we both moan, her from the pleasure my tongue is giving her, me from the pleasure of tasting her

"God I missed your cream baby. So fucking good", I praise her, licking around her slit, then moving up between her swollen lips

Taking one of her lips in my mouth, I suck on her, listening to her moans

When I let go, I slide my tongue on her engorged throbbing clit, her screaming getting louder

"Wooyoung! Fuck! Right there!"

Swirling my tongue around her bump in circles, I feel her drench my face and chin

Changing it up, I lick her clit, slowly, teasingly, making sure she feels my entire tongue

"Oh Woo", she whimpers, her hand snaking into my hair

I go at it, flicking her clit with my tongue, drawing circles on her, anything to give her pleasure

I know what she wants and I'm teasing her before I give it to her

My tongue travels slowly down her cunt, circling her hole right before plunging my tongue in

"Oh god!"

Her cunt immediately clenches on tongue, pulsing around it as if it was my cock

Licking up, I slide back in as far as I can

I fuck my tongue into her cunt, relishing in the taste of her, in the spasms around my tongue

God she's so fucking good

I don't stop, burying my tongue in her over and over

"Wooyoung!", she cries, clenching my tongue and covering it in her delicious sweet cream

Moaning loudly, I swallow all her cum, letting her ride her orgasm on my tongue while she cums in my mouth

When she finishes, I clean up her hole then immediately wrap my lips around her clit, sucking like my life depends on it

She screams, pulling my hair hard, making me moan

I live for her pulling my hair

It turns me on so fucking much

It should hurt but it doesn't, it just gets me going

I slide two fingers inside her, pulling them in and out of her wet warm pulsing cunt, making sure my fingers press right into her spot

"Woo baby, yes, fuck yes", she cries, "Right there baby"

"Fuck baby, I fucking love eating this pussy", I moan, licking and sucking her clit while I massage her spot, "Best pussy I ever tasted"

"Don't stop Woo. I'm gonna cum", she cries, "Wooyoung I'm gonna cum"

Her cunt tightens on my fingers as she screams my name, coming hard, her body arching so prettily

Pulling my fingers out, I lick around her slit, swallowing over and over

When I finish that, I suck her off my fingers, reveling in her taste

Taking her hands, I pull her up, while I lie down

"Ride me princess"

"You don't want me to suck your dick?", she ask innocently, biting her lip

Fuck me, I do want that, but I want to be inside her more

"I do but right now I want to watch you bouncing on my cock", I tell her, "My cock hurts so much princess and I need to be inside you"

"Mmm yeah?", she teases, slowly climbing on me

She moves my cock, laying it on my stomach, sitting on me

"My baby boy wants to be inside me?", she asks, sliding her wet cunt along my shaft, her hands on my shoulders

"Oh fuck", I moan

"Feels good?", she asks, moving faster along my length, leaving the underside of my cock a creamy wet fucking mess

I nod my head quickly, my fingers pressing into her hips

She moves one hand in my hair, pushing the sweaty strands off my face, "My Woo likes getting his cock massaged?"

"Yes", I whine

"With my pussy?"

"Fuck yes. Oh god fucking hell, yes I love it"

I can't take the pleasure, it's so good and I'm ready to fucking blow

"Please baby", I struggle to say, watching her swollen lips move along my dick, "I....I wanna cum inside. Please let me"

"Whatever my baby wants", she says, kissing me so softly

When she slides up to my head, she wiggles around, getting it inside her

Then she slips down my cock, her ass slapping against my thighs

"Good damn", she cries, "How does your cock always feel so good Woo?"

Literally I have no idea but I definitely can say the same for her

Her cunt wrapped tightly around me is fucking heaven

"Always fills me perfectly", she moans, her eyes closed, leaning on my abs as she circles her hips, rubbing her spot on my head, her perfect pussy throbbing hard around me, "Fuck seriously, no other cock has ever filled me perfectly"

"Princess is you think any other pussy wraps around me so perfectly, takes me so perfectly then your insane", I answer, "You fell the fucking best and I live for having my cock inside you"

She bounces once, smirking, "Is that all? You just like your cock inside me?"

"No baby", I groan, feeling her bounce again, taking my whole cock inside her, "I love you. Everything about you. I love spending time with you baby. Without sex. I want to do that more. After tonight"

She smiles genuinely, nodding, "Yeah Woo. I want that too"

"Good baby", I smile

She nods, leaning over, kissing me again and I return the kiss eagerly

"Lets get you coming inside me", she whispers in my ear when the kiss ends, "Fill me up so I'm full of your hot cum"

"Yes baby, please", I whine

Sitting up, she moves fast and hard on me, taking my cock deep inside her with each slam

"Oh fuck princess", I yell, stars exploding in my vision from the pure pleasure

She rides me so fucking hard, her body full of sweat, her face in so much pleasure

My beautiful princess

"Wooyoung, Wooyoung!", she cries, her cunt spasming rapidly

"Cum baby. You pussy wants to", I moan, helping her move up and down my length, "Cum and I'll fill you up princess"

"Yes Woo", she moans, falling apart on my cock

The ecstasy takes over and I scream her name as I cum the hardest I ever had in my life

"Stay on my cock! Stay on my cock princess", I yell, stopping her from bouncing and holding her down on me, "Please stay and cum on my cock"

She leans back, her nails digging into my thighs, both of us screaming each other's names as we both orgasm

Oh fuck, her cunt sucking on my cock is the best fucking thing ever, prolonging the pleasure

I don't want it to end

Of course it does and when it's over, I pull her right on top of me, cuddling her and kissing her all over her face

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, holding me tightly

Rolling us over, I lean my head on one hand, looking down at her

She smiles at me and I softly touch her cheek, feeling all the love I have for her

"My baby. I love you so much"

"I love you Woo. More than anything"

And she'll never know how grateful I am that she still loves me

I'll show her every single day how much I love her

"Promise you won't disappear from me again? I don't think I could take it again", I whisper, "I missed you so fucking much you don't even know Jo"

"I do know Woo", she says, touching my cheek too, "I missed you the same. It was so hard not to see you. It hurt so much to think that you were....with Ara. I thought you....we're happy with her"

I shake my head, "I told you princess, I can't be happy with anyone who's not you. You make me happy. So fucking happy"

"You make me so happy Woo. You always did"

"I'm glad baby. I want to make you happy. I promise I'll make you happy"

She nods, "I know Woo. And I promise I'll make you happy"

"I know baby", I tell her, kissing her soft lips again

After, she cuddles into me as close as she can and I love every fucking second

"Tired baby?", I ask, hugging her tightly

She nods, "You wore me out Woo"

I laugh, "Yeah you did as well to me too princess"

"So sleep now?", she asks

"Sleep", I confirm and both of us settle in for the night

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"Noodle, this is Wooyoung", she says to the pitbull the next morning

I stand there and I have to admit, I'm scared

The dog is freaking huge for a four month old and the fucking jaws on this thing are massive

When we woke up, I got up to go to the bathroom but when I opened the door, the dog was sitting right there

I shrieked like a girl while she died laughing on the bed

She commanded the dog to stay in the living room and I ran to the bathroom the ran back to her room

Now we're in the living room and she's telling me that this massive dog is very friendly and playful unless she gives an attack command

Apparently she's still training him

Oh it's a boy

"Woo, this is Noodle"

I wave stupidly at the dog, who just sits there, eyeing me

"How uh did you pick that name?"

She shrugs, "I wanted something silly for a big dog. To take some fear away"

Well it's not working

I'm still scared

"Wanna pet him?"

"I...uh.....I...."

"C'mon baby. You're my boyfriend now and you're gonna have to see Noodle more often now"

She's right but shit I don't want the dog to bite my hand off

She kneels on the floor calling Noodle to her

Noodle immediately runs to her, jumping on her, licking her face while she laughs and pets him

"Good boy", she smiles, "Such a good boy"

"I thought I was your good boy", I say, then realize what I said, my face on fire

She just smirks up at me, reaching up and taking my hand, "You are baby. I want my good boy to meet my other good doggy boy"

Then she pulls on my hand, dragging me down next to her

"Stay", she says to Noodle

To me she says, "Sit with your legs crossed"

I do, my hand shaking a little in hers

"Don't be scared", she tells me soothingly, "Noodle won't hurt you baby. I promise. Just let him smell you ok? If he jumps on you don't get scared. He's still a puppy and that's how he plays"

This dog is still a puppy?

"Ok Woo?"

I nod and she gives me a kiss to my cheek

"Noodle come"

Noodle comes closer to me and when he gets right in front of me she says, "Sit" and he does

She holds out our hands to Noodle, my hand on top

Noodle comes closer, his wet nose on my hand, sniffing

Noodle then continues sniffing up my arm

When she moves away Noodle walks around me, sniffing, his nose in my hair and I try so hard to stay still

I hear her soothing voice talking to me to keep me calm

Noodle gets back in front of me, his nose against my cheek

Suddenly I feel my cheek get so wet

He licked me

Noodle comes in my lap, continuing to lick me, knocking me down

She's giggling while Noodle continues to give me kisses all over my face

This can't be good for my skin

"Noodle, off baby", she says and he immediately moves off me

"Oh baby", she laughs, helping me sit up, "He likes you"

"Great", I say, wiping my face

At least he won't attack me

"Pet him", she says, "Just hold out your hand and he'll come to you"

"I don't think I need more kisses"

"He won't baby. I'll stop him if he does"

Well ok

Holding my hand out, Noodle comes closer, putting his head under my hand, nuzzling into my hand

I just smile and run my hand over his head, his tongue hanging out as he pants

Yeah ok he's really cute when I'm not terrified of him

After awhile, I tell her I need to wash my face and she goes with Noodle to the kitchen to feed him

After I wash my face, I head to the kitchen, and I hear her talking

"He loves dogs Noodle. I know when he gets more comfortable he's gonna play with you all the time. I think he's just used to small dogs and you're a big boy. But he'll love you like I love you"

I just smile to myself at her ultimate adorableness while she talks to her dog

Walking in, she looks up at me from her place next to Noodle, who's eating

Getting to her, I hold my hands out

She puts hers in mine and I pull her up

"I already love Noodle baby. I'm not scared anymore. He's adorable"

"Really?"

I nod, "Really baby"

Moving into my arms, she hugs me tightly and I hug her back just as hard

"Princess, I have a performance tonight-"

"And you have to go", she finishes, "Practice and getting ready right?"

I nod

"Ok Woo. I'll let you out-"

"Actually, I want you to come with me"

She looks up me, her eyebrow raised, "You do?"

I nod, "I do. I want you with me from now on as much as you can be"

"But what about the media, ATINY and the guys?"

"Well I figure you can get to know the guys as they're kinda a bigger deal in my life. And I'll do everything to protect you from the media right now. And the media and ATINY don't have to know about us just yet. Is it ok if it's just me and you for awhile?"

She moves her arms around my neck, smiling, "I'd like for it to just be me and you baby. For as long as we can"

I'm relieved to hear her say that

I don't want to share her with everyone right now

Not yet

The guys I have to, but not with anyone else

"Yeah baby. I want that too", I agree

She leans up, pressing her lips against mine in a soft kiss and I'm happy

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"C'mon princess, don't be shy", I say, pulling her behind me, "You've met the guys before"

"Yeah but now I know some of them think I'm loser and a dork"

Right, I forgot about that

"Don't worry baby, I'll tell them off for that later"

"Don't Woo. Just forget it"

I stood walking and turn to face her, "No baby. I'm going to tell them why I said that shit. And once they get to know you, they'll see what they thought was complete untrue. I promise"

She blushes, "Ok baby. If you say so"

"I do", I smile at her, "So c'mon"

Putting my arm around her waist, I lead her into the dressing room

"It's about ti-", Hongjoong says, his voice trailing off, "Hey Jo. I didn't know you were coming. Haven't seen you in awhile"

"Hi Hongjoong", she answers nervously

"It's ok baby. Don't be nervous", I tell her, kissing her temple

"Did you just kiss her?", Seonghwa gapes

"Yeah", I answer, leading her to a couch

We sit down and I keep my arm around her, holding her hand with my free one

"So....what's going on?", San asks

"Oh, she's my girlfriend now", I answer nonchalantly

"Uh what?", Yunho squeaks

"Didn't you say-", Yeosang starts but I cut him off

"I lied. Everything I said was a lie. You were all on my back about her and I lied to get you off of it", I tell them, "The truth is I love her. I loved her then when I said all that stupid shit and I still love her. The only difference is that now we're together"

"And she loves you?", Mingi asks

"Yes", she answers, "Very much. I uh loved him for long time"

I smile, kissing her cheek, making her blush

I love making her blush, it's adorable

I notice that Jongho isn't saying anything

I know I have to talk to him about this

I didn't know he liked her before and he didn't know I loved her

I feel like I should explain to him and hope he understands

The guys all continue with the conversations they had before while her and I just sit together in comfortable silence, waiting for me to be called for makeup

"I love you", she whispers

"I love you", I whisper, holding her tightly and loving the cuddles she giving me

And I get so excited knowing that her cuddles are something I will always be able to have

Her cuddles and her love

Her

My perfect princess

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afortoru · 2 months

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𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆

Summary: you express your love to him in this soft moment when you're both cuddled up on the bed.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Genre: smooch ball fluff

Warnings: you might fall in love...none lol

Word count: 925

A/n: wrote this when I was crying while missing him once, pretty much self indulgent....also a comeback fic ig <3

It's not easy....

It's not easy to love The Strongest but it sure was easy to love Satoru.

The way he holds you,longs for your touch when he comes back from a long mission,when he smiles softly playing with your hair strands while you're half asleep.You know he loves you,he never fails to keep raising the bar for himself. Sometimes it's the intimacy you share, sometimes when you both are coddled up in the quiet peaceful nights and sometimes it's just you two laying under a bright sunny sky in the winters.

You know your man deserves the world. You'd do anything and everything for him,too much to say that you want to protect this precious being.

But mostly it's him,he's always there. God,Satoru would turn the world upside down for you.His world brightens when a smile spreads across your face.

It's 12 in the midnight right now.You rested your head on his chest feeling his heartbeat,your heartbeat.

Satoru smiles gently,caressing your hair. Oh how much he longs for moments like this.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" You asked,breaking the silence.He looks down at you,wondering what made you ask it.

"Uh...not really since I just got some important work done.Why sweetcheeks?"

"Can you take a day off?"

Satoru smiles before nodding."Why, Missing me too much?",he teased with a light smirk across his face.

"Yes.Hate it when you're not around."

Oh....

He loves when you show your dominance over his love,after all he's all yours.He loves it when you ask him to stay instead of telling him to go otherwise principal Yaga and the students would be mad at him. He wants you to pull him closer when he's about to get up from the bed at dawn to face the world. He longs for when you actually show your longing for him.

"Don't worry, I'd take a week off for as long as you want my lovely wife",he smiles cupping your cheeks.

You lean forward,your chin pressed on his chest as you face him up.

And when you notice his eyes,those beautiful crystal blue eyes deeper than the ocean you feel like there's his younger self behind those eyes wanting to be held closer,wanting to be loved without being demanding, wanting to be loved without being called out too clingy or childish,wanting to be loved as a human, as Satoru, as your Toru.

Your Toru….

You didn't realize when the tears brimmed into your eyes and came right down to your cheeks.Satoru's eyes widened...why are you crying,he's right here.Why'd you cry?

"Hey baby....look at me I'm here. I'm staying here forever,by your side.", he tries to convince you but you hide your face in his chest before looking up at him.You wipe your tears and smile lightly hitting the side of your head.

"God I'm so stupidly in love with you,I'm not crying it's just....happy tears."

Satoru smiles softly before putting your hair strands behind your ears and cupping your face.

"I love you and we both are stupidly in love with each other, ok?",he said, making you chuckle as you nodded.

His heart swells with the amount of love you couldn't help but shower him with as he pulls you gently into an everlasting hug.

You know this is your love,that you and Satoru build through all the ups and downs.

He looks at you like you're some blessing that was granted to him not knowing how much he needed it.

“I love you too,Toru.Love you so much that I might say the corniest stuff right now so I'll shut up.”

You both chuckled and you swear how much you love his voice, his soft chuckle is what your heartbeat sounds like.

“Then say it…”,he bends his head down gently biting your soft cheeks.“...please I wanna hear it, sweet cheeks.”

You looked up at him smiling giddily.“I'll hide the sun if it bothers you,I'll stop the rain if you don't like it, I…I wanna take away your pain from the past and give you the happiest future.Just come back to me,I don't care about anything. Never hide your emotions from me, Toru…never please.Promise on our love, I'll fight the world for you.”

Why would you say something like this? How can Satoru love you more than he already does?

He could hear the desperation in your voice, the longing which made his breath hitch.

“Baby…” he cups your cheeks into his palm and leaned closer to kiss you as you wrapped your hands around his head and caressed his hair, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

The emotions he's feeling right now is overwhelming. He kissed you since he doesn't know how to respond. It's mostly him being so vocal like this but today you decided to switch roles and oh god, his head is spinning. If it wasn't for you holding him so close right now, feeling your soft touch on his skin he'll think this was all just a dream. But it's not, it's real.

Satoru could die a happy man in your arms, but he can't die now since he has to live for you. He'll come back to you, doesn't matter wherever he is.

In this world where nothing is his, he's assured that you're his forever. His love is all his.

Dividers by @rookthornesartistry

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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I Can't Help Myself - Ch. 1

Sugarpie

Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Joel Miller x Reader

What up fam? New year and a new Pedro character that I have fallen in love with. Now, I wanted to write a little (??) series for the one and only Joel Miller. I had a vague idea where I wanted it to go, but this song was stuck in my head for WEEKS while I was playing through TLOU. So we're getting a bit of fluff with Joel which I love to see! I hope you enjoy!

warnings: we be soft in this chapter (we'll get spicier next chapter)

Series Summary:

This world isn’t kind to anyone; and heaven forbid anyone wants a slice of happiness. You wanted the stereotypical, as most people would tell you, dream of falling in love, getting married and having kids. After coming to Jackson, you kept that dream to yourself. Until your stupid best friend’s stupidly handsome older brother waltzes in, and you tell him. Joel thinks it's nice that you can hold onto a dream like that... and he let's his guard down just long enough to think maybe...he might want that too.

Chapter Summary:

Joel came looking for help from the only person he trusted to get Ellie where she needed to be. And you were simply ready to make your friends some pie and maybe pull another story from Tommy about his brother. But then he sees you, and you see him, and the world shifts a little.

“Tommy!”

He turns around, his eyes landing on you and the bag you’re waving in the air.

“What’s up (Y/N)?” He smiles, waving you over. You normally come with good news, which makes him extra excited on this occasion.

“Came across an old barn with a bunker full of food today. Now we have basics again for a little something sweet.” You smile, eyes drifting to the handsome stranger at Tommy’s side.

“Ooo doggy! What creation will you make this time?” He rubs his hands together, his stomach already hungry at the thought.

“We found some fresh berries on the way home, so I was thinkin’ a skillet pie.” You flash a smile as Tommy claps you on the back.

“What’s a skillet pie?” Someone squeaks. You lean around Tommy to see a young girl, maybe around 12 or 13, eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Do you know what a pie is?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Ya.”

“And a skillet?”

“Well duh!” She rolls her eyes. You raise both eyebrows at her, giving her a moment to put the pieces together.

“Ohh, I get it now.” She waves you off like it’s nothing.

“(Y/N) is the best baker here. And one of the best cooks. And on top of that she sews, paints…” Tommy winks at you.

“Jack of all trades.” The man nods, his eyes meeting yours. “Think introductions are in order, little brother.” He drawls, bumping Tommy’s shoulder.

“Right. Joel, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), my big brother Joel.” Tommy gestures between the two of you. “And Ellie, of course.”

“Ah, I was wondering if I’d ever get to meet the legend.” You smile. You and Tommy had bonded over talking about families, and Joel always fascinated you the most with how much he was not like Tommy.

“Wasn’t sure we would ever meet again.” Joel mumbles, eyes shifting to the back of his brother’s head.

“Well, glad you made it our way. Where ‘re they stayin?” You turn to Tommy.

“You invitin’ them? Because that means they gotta stay with you.” He lightly pokes your shoulder, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Uh, he’s your brother! Why would you not invite him to stay?” You swat at his hand. Ellie gasps in excitement, coming to stand next to you.

“I’m not sure there’ll be time…” Joel interjects, standing between you and Tommy.

“Aww Joel! Come on! We can’t miss the pie!” Ellie pleads, throwing her head back, squeezing her shut as she hangs on his arm.

“I need at least one taste tester in order to make it…” you gently bump against Joel’s arm, the edges of his mouth turning slightly upward.

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“Ok, let’s start with this” you hand Ellie a skillet. You swiftly move through the ingredients, showing her the recipe before you start throwing things in a bowl. Within seconds a puff of flour fills the air.

“Woah sugarpie, take it easy!” You laugh, dusting the bit of flour from your front.

“Sorry, guess it’s a good thing we’re not using the electric mixer.” She laughs, scraping the excess flour on her arms back into the bowl. You take your time showing Ellie techniques and tricks you've picked up over the years and she even gives you little tidbits about her life and her journey with Joel.

The door creaks open and you look up to see Joel shake his head when he sees flour covering the front of both of you.

“Nice of you to join us.” You smile.

“Sugarpie… haven’t heard that word in a while.” He smiles at you, the smallest twinkle in his eye. Apparently someone likes to ease drop.

“Finished!” Ellie announces, proudly putting her hands on her hips.

“Surgarpie you’ve only made one.” You laugh, looking between her one and your two.

“Well, I don’t see Joel helping.” She snaps back, gesturing to Joel sitting across the island. You were surprised he even came in here, most of the guys only wanted to be in here when the goodies came out of the oven.

“How about you go bother Tommy and I’ll call you when yours is out of the oven?”

“Deal!” She rips off her apron and flees out the nearest door.

“She’s a wild one.” You comment, surprised when Joel lets out a small chuckle.

He watches you carefully, smiling at the way you're fully concentrating on making the dough for the next pie. He can see the subtle shake in your arms. Wonder if she’ll ask for help or stick with it. After a few moments he gets up, striding around the counter and gently touching your arm.

“Here darlin’, let me take over for a spell.” He says to the top of your head, voice deep like Texas thunder.

“Thanks.” You laugh softly, passing him the bowl. You watch him stir a few times, his forearms flexing with each pass. You grab the nearest pie and start finishing touches, taking the chance to look at the man across from you. They way Tommy talked about him you thought he would be a lot scarier, or just flat out mean; you’re also not currently on the other end of his gun which you assume would be a very different side of him. You can see an inner battle raging within him, probably something to do with why he and Ellie are here…

The kitchen lights flicker on, which means the power is back and you can start prepping the oven.

“How did you meet Tommy?” Joel breaks the silence.

“He and a few others were traveling along the coast, and they rolled into our little town. Luckily we’re good people and don’t shoot on sight.” You chuckle.

“What made you leave?”

You sigh, leaning against the counter. Joel looks up when you don’t immediately start talking.

“Tommy had seen so much of the world, and I hadn’t gone anywhere. Lived in a small town my whole life, went to a small university, moved back to the small town. Only been working for about a year before this mess,” you gesture to the air, “happened. So, guess you could say I was restless.” You admit. It was meant to be a small trip, to help Tommy and the group to their next safe location. But Tommy’s leadership promise of finding a good place to settle down and try to get back to the world as you knew it was too strong to resist.

Joel nods, looking over at you, your eyes have a far away look in them, the corners of your mouth turned downward. That frown should never belong on that pretty little face. Joel shakes the thoughts from his head, when did he let himself thing like that?

“How come you ain’t Tommy’s girl?” Joel pokes, a smile creeping onto his face as you dramatically roll your eyes.

“Because I don’t date younger brothers.” You fire back, throwing a towel at him as he chuckles. “We’re just really good friends. Plus, he has Maria. They couldn’t be more perfect and I wouldn’t step on her toes even if I believed Tommy was The One!”

He chuckles, Maria is pretty scary. “No one special for you then?”

“Joel, I would never have guessed you to be so nosey about my love life!” You chuckle and he simply shakes his head at you. “No. Despite what the world is, I still want the whole ‘fall in love, get married, have kids’ thing. Never been one for emotionless flings.”

He nods, must be nice to still dream like that. He watches you take the bowl he was stirring and pour it into two more pie crusts, and put three of them into the oven. Maybe in a different life… Sarah would have loved being in the kitchen with you, laughing as she watched Joel swing you around to the oldies station on the radio.

“Joel?” You lightly touch his arm.

“Ya darlin?” He stirs from his thoughts, the warmth of your hand making his heart beat a little faster.

“You ok?”

“Just fine.” He pushes a stray piece of hair from your face, letting his hand lightly drag along your cheek.

Your eyes gently shut, the roughness of his fingertips against your face sends goosebumps across your body. You can feel him move closer, the tip of his nose gently bumping against yours.

“Joel!” Tommy shouts from outside. The door tears open a moment later, panic in his eyes. “Joel, Ellie’s gone.”

Joel quickly drops his hand, both of you bolt out the door.

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“Look, there’s one of ours!” You point to a horse that’s tied to the front rail of a little ranch house that is nestled in a canyon not too far from home. The three of you quickly ride down, coming to halt just before the end of the tree line. You hop off, scanning the hillside with your binoculars. You nod to the boys that it’s all clear, both of them joining you on the ground. Tommy reaches for Ellie’s horse, checking to make sure everything is ok.

“I’ll stay here.” Tommy states, taking the reins from Joel’s hands. Joel nods and slowly walks into the house. You follow him to the staircase, taking his hand before he starts ascending.

“Try to be understanding.” You ask.

He takes a deep breath in, taking your chin in between his fingers, and looking into your eyes. How can you see me so clearly? After a moment he drops his hand and walks the rest of the way alone.

You walk back outside, taking a seat on the porch steps.

“Think it’ll go well?” Tommy asks. You can hear Joel growl from upstairs, Ellie yelling back.

“No, but I imagine they’ll be ok anyways.” You sigh. You look around, this was probably a nice little farm to live back when the world was… well before the infection.

“(Y/N).” Tommy’s voice takes you by surprise by how close he is. He grabs your arm, pulling you to your feet and presses his body against yours trying to get you to move. You almost ask him what the hell, but then you see them.

“Fuck.” You whisper and bolt up the stairs to Joel. Tommy overtakes you, kicking the door in.

“Get it together. We're not alone.” Tommy whispers. Joel snaps into protective mode, moving to the window.

“I got two walking in.”

“There's more inside already.” Tommy whispers, crouching down by the door. You move behind him, waving Ellie over.

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Joel walks out of the house, gesturing for the three of you to wait. He slowly walks the length of the porch, looking through his scope to make sure no one is lingering in the hills.

“It's clear.” He states, slinging his shotgun back into his shoulder and surveying the mountainside once more. You stand next to him; his fists are closed at his sides, his face blank but his eyes are burning a hole into the mountain. You understand the stories a bit better now, when Joel’s fighting you better pray to not be on the end of his weapon. You look over at Ellie, her face is fallen, not even the cute nicker her horse gives makes her smile.

“You want a hand up?” Tommy gently asks her, eyes flicking from her to Joel.

“I got it.” She waves him off. They both mount their horses and start off back towards Jackson.

“You alright?” You ask, gently scraping your knuckles against his, unsure if he would let you hold his hand. It’s probably rough in all the right ways, and it would easily envelop yours…

He quickly turns his hand to capture yours, giving it a small squeeze. It’s warm, and much softer than his own. He dismisses the thought and quickly mounts his horse. You follow suit, and ride a few yards behind Tommy and Ellie.

The four of you ride in silence for a while, enjoying the sound of horse hooves clacking against the ground, the rustle of leaves in the breeze and then sun on your face.

“I would trust Tommy with her too. But she trusts you. That’s a hard thing to do in a world like this.” You say quiet enough for only Joel to hear.

“I didn’t want to take this job.” He states. This was Tess’s idea! The one thing he never wanted to experience ever again was the death of a child in his care…

“If anyone else took her, she’d be dead. And Tommy would have never seen you again. No use in fightin’ each other when there’s plenty of infected to take your emotions out on.” You move your horse closer to his, sticking your hand out to him. He gives you a sideways glance, which only makes you shake your hand until he gives in and takes it.

“We don’t get to choose who changes our lives, only in how we change theirs.” You say, squeezing his hand.

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“There she is. Kids'll be watching movies tonight.” Tommy tells Joel.

“You have any favorite movies?” You turn to Ellie.

“The ones where people go to space.” She meekly smiles.

“I don’t think I would ever be brave enough to go to space.” you sigh.

“Did you ever fly on a plane?” She perks up a little.

“All the time. Traveling to different states was one of my favorite things. We also drove to a lot of places.”

“So you’re good in a plane but not a spaceship?” She shakes her head.

“Ellie, get off your horse, give it on back to Tommy.” Joel interrupts. Ellie looks at you, concern clearly visible on her face. You shrug and hop off your horse too.

“I'm gonna hang on to this fella, if that's alright with you.” Joel asks Tommy, who nods. Ellie awkwardly shifts from foot to foot, not sure what’s happening. “Go on. Don't make me repeat myself.” He tells her.

“What are you doing?” Tommy asks. And your heart drops a little when it hits you: they’re leaving.

“Your wife kinda scares me. I don't want her coming after me.” Joel chuckles. He doesn’t dare look at you yet; he’d do something stupid like staying, or asking you to come with them.

“Sorry for stealing your horse.” Ellie mumbles as she hands the reins over. Tommy automatically sticks his hand out, bewildered by the sudden change. You tug Ellie’s sleeve, pulling her into a hug.

“Bye Sugarpie.” You whisper, holding her tight.

“Bye (Y/N).” She whispers, managing to keep the tears from falling.

“Stay alert, and watch his back.” You gesture to Joel. She nods and walks over to him.

“Look, come back to town, let's discuss it at least.” Tommy begs.

“Eh, you know me. My mind's all made up. University Eastern Colorado. How do I find this lab?” Joel reaches for Ellie, pulling her up behind him.

“It's in the science building, looks like a giant mirror, you can't miss it.”

“You take care of that wife of yours.” Joel smiles. “And keep an eye on this one, she’s a troublemaker.” He winks at you.

You smile and wink back. You can feel your heart start to break, you shouldn’t be so attached to him… but something about him and you, you and him…

“There's a place for you here, you know.” Tommy tells him. You nod in agreement, hoping that your paths will cross again.

Joel nods in appreciation and turns to Ellie.

“You good?”

“I'm good.” She nods, content that things will resume as normal.

“Adios, little brother. (Y/N).” He tips his invisible cowboy hat and starts down the path away from Jackson.

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